Tornado E: I’m a shepherd! Where’s my sheep?
Tornado E was carrying a long plastic tube with Styrofoam covering. It was meant to build a fort. He is obviously using it as a shepherd’s crook as he looks for his sheep in the front yard.
Me: Where is your sheep?
Tornado E: I don’t know!
Me: Well, let’s look for them. Are they out here?
Tornado E: (With his hand above his eyes scanning the horizon) No! I don’t see them anywhere!
Me: (It’s freakin’ cold out here) Maybe they’re inside the house!
Tornado E: No! That’s silly!
Me: (idea!) I bet there’s one in the nursery!
Tornado E: No! Not in there!
Me: I’ll show you. If it’s not there, I’ll give you a piece of candy!
Tornado E: (considers) Ok!
Me: Come on, Tornado S. To the nursery!
Tornado E: Come on, Tornado S! To the nursery!
I ran up the stairs and into the sky-painted nursery. I dug through the stuff animals that I can’t give away because every single one is Tornado S’s very favorite cuddle animal. I pulled out a lamb given to Tornado S for his baptism. Ah-ha! I ran back down the stairs, jumping over Tornado S on the second stair.
Me: I found it! I found it!
Tornado E: That’s not my sheep! That’s a toy sheep!
Tornado E: (looking into the family room where my best friend was taking a nap on the couch) Look, Mommy! A sleeping tiger! Shh! Let’s go outside and look for my sheep!
Oh no, not the cold again! Anything but the cold.
Me: Look, Tornado E, a sheep!
I bounce past Tornado E and landed in the family room on all fours “ba”ing.
Tornado E: Mommy, you’re silly! You’re not a sheep! You’re Mommy!
Me: Ba! Let’s play hide-and-go-seek!
Tornado E: Ok! You count, Mommy! I’ll hide upstairs in your bed!
Two sets of little feet pound up the stairs.