It was that blasted monkey cup that caused the ruckus this morning. Princess wanted to get to the bathroom first to brush her teeth so she could have the next bathroom cup in line, the ever coveted in our household “Monkey cup”. Mind you there are 4 or 5 designs but the ONE they fight over is the monkey cup.
Something triggered and reminded Buggy that the monkey cup was next so he ran to the bathroom to be the first one to brush his teeth and get the monkey cup. He was smiling from ear to ear. Happy as could be. Needless to say, Princess was very upset. So crying and crying she claims she should have the monkey cup even though Buggy got there first cause she said, “I said it was mine last night”. Not the way the rules go around here but she didn’t care.
Not really up for fussing and fighting this early in the morning, I dug through the cups till I got to the next monkey cup. But, it wasn’t good enough. “No, I want THAT monkey cup!” I wasn’t about to argue with a crying 5 year old.
Buggy looks at his sister with deep concern pointing at the tears rolling down her face. His smile was gone but his compassion shone through. He asked sister if she wanted the monkey cup. I handed him the other monkey cup and he reached over, pulled a towel from the rack and told princess, “come here, do you want me to “wash” (he meant wipe) away your tears?” She nodded and he wiped away the tears and both began their toothbrushing routine.
That “monkey cup”! I’m beginning to hope there aren’t any more in the box – lol. Oh well, we shall see what tomorrow brings.
