They’re new. They’re brothers or their boys (depending on Olivia’s mood).
It wasn’t even noon and the brothers were wreaking havoc. I had to make an extra bagel for them and they went home before I could even serve it to them. What the heck? Apparently these are brothers from another mother.
This morning it was nice out, sure. Not nice enough for bare feet walking that’s for sure and the brothers slipped outside causing Olivia to run out the door telling the boys to get back inside and get inside her tent. Two houses down, on the cold payment.
After an epic battle where I convinced her to a. Put on shoes and b. put on a sweater those boys were jumping on her bike and “wreckin it” so there’s this three year old kid in the front yard shouting at her bike.
Oh, hi neighbours. Yup, that’s my kid.
The brothers took a toll on nap time because they wouldn’t lay down. I was finally able to convince them to lay down – but they needed the right blanket. They needed the fuzzy one. Upstairs. The one that violet was currently napping with.
Oh. Those damn imaginary brothers . They’re driving me crazy.
I finally sent them home and told them to come back tomorrow.
Olivia was unimpressed – but I finally got her to nap before she went to the Hockey game with Dad.