For Cera’s first birthday, my Granny bought her a child-sized Blue’s Clues couch. And, oh, how she loved that couch. She preferred it for feeding …
… and napping …
… and eventually, as a cushy landing spot as she launched herself off the end of our chaise lounge.
Shortly after Anthony was born, he also developed a soft spot for that sofa, using it for sleeping, jumping and playing his music.
But a few months ago, after years of being spilled on, puked on and peed on (by both children and pets), Jerry and I decided to get rid of the couch, which we did under cover of darkness as our babies slept. And they never noticed … until tonight.
I’m not sure what triggered it, but Ant walked into the living room shortly before bedtime and asked for the couch.
“Mommy and Daddy threw the couch away a long time ago,” I said.
“What?!?” Cera called from her position at the computer.
“Mommy and Daddy threw the couch away a long time ago,” I repeated.
“Why?” the kids asked, almost in unison.
Months … it’s been months. Why now, with the piles of Christmas and birthday presents overtaking our home, are the kids concerned about a stained, smelly, worn-out couch?