I just had a "you know you're a Mormon when..." moment.
Baby Girl and Sidekick Sis share a room. I was having the dickens of a time getting Baby Girl to leave my arms and settle down in her crib tonight. The Sidekick Sister wasn't feeling too sleepy herself. So when Baby Girl stood up in her crib and cried for me, I pulled her out and sat against Sidekick Sister's bed to rock her back to sleep. All of a sudden SKS dropped her blanket down on me and I heard her pink cast scraping the side of the bed.
"Sidekick Sister, what are you doing?" I whispered with a definite titch of annoyance.
"I want to cuddle with you too," she said. And since I'm a push-over for that sort of thing, I grabbed her pillow and put it against me. I held Baby Girl in one arm while I rested my other arm across Sidekick Sis.
It should have been an awesome, sweet, and loving time.
But every time Baby Girl would be just about dead in my arms, the Sidekick Sis would move and touch Baby Girl's leg or foot and BG would be back at squiggling and squirming and giving me a wrestling match until she found her thumb again.
After a few times of this I was more than a titch annoyed. I was way totally annoyed. So the next time it happened I whispered harshly to the Sidekick,
"I am exceedingly frustrated. Please do not touch your baby sister again."
And I thought, "Did I say exceedingly?" I certainly said exceedingly.
And I thought, "I must be Mormon."
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