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Tell 5yo she can no longer suck her thumb and carry a blanket around everywhere with her. She freaks out and runs to room crying. Baby starts crying. I pick up crying baby and walk back to girls' room to... comfort her. 4 yo follows to watch the show. I rub 5yo's back and explain that she is a big girl now and that big girl's dont suck their thumbs and carry blankies. She looks at me with big, tear-filled eyes and nods. While this is going on, 4yo has managed to get a dollhouse headboard stuck on his finger. I try to get it off... it is really stuck. He starts to panic. I think back to episode of Full House where the boy DJ is babysitting gets head stuck in banister. BUTTER! I need butter. I abandon heart-to-heart with 5yo and make my way to the kitchen. As I try to herd terrified 4yo out the door, he drops to floor, and I twist to avoid stepping on him. Accidently smack baby's wee head into door frame. Baby starts screaming. Rub baby's head and shh shh her, picking crying 4 yo off the floor with foot. Continue on to kitchen. 5yo follows to watch the show. Open fridge for butter. Only one stick left. Need for dinner. Plan B. Still holding crying baby, pour EVOO all over little doll headboard and finger. Pull. Nothing. 4 yo screams. Baby cries. 5 yo watches. Pull and twist. POP! Doll headboard slides off. 4 yo smiles and sniffs, "Cool." Walks, oil-coated hands outstretched like zombie, towards bathroom. 5yo follows to watch, sucking thumb. I clean oil off the floor. (While I was typing this, 4 yo had diarrhea in his pants. I lie to you not. Off to clean up poop.)
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