For the past two nights, when we put Rory to sleep, we've then heard through the monitor, "I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated! I'm Frustrated! I'M FRUSTRATED!" Until now, we've never heard her use this word.
Last night when I went in to ask what was wrong, she said, "I'm frustrated, Mommy."
"Why are you frustrated, Rory?"
"I want you to come in here and you aren't coming."
Well, what can you say to that? "I can see that would be frustrating, Rory. Right now, though, it isn't time for Mommy to be in here with you. It's time for you to be going to sleep."
Sometimes she is too smart for her own good. I'm not sure how much longer we will be able to keep up.
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