Sad Little Puppy
After the kids were sent to bed tonight, I heard heartbroken crying coming from the boys’ room. I went in there to find Elijah lying face down in the floor, sobbing his heart out into a wadded up blanket.
“What’s wrong, Elijah?” I asked.
“Kyra won’t sleep with us.” he cried.
My kids each have their own beds, but, generally speaking, they all sleep somewhere all together. Like puppies…all in a pile. Kyra occasionally breaks away from her brothers and insists on sleeping alone. Sometimes the boys don’t mind, but sometimes they do.
I told Elijah I was sorry, and he cried himself to sleep.
It was sad.
