Felix is on my lap. He is scowling. He is tired. He has cried a lot. He is angry at James and Owen. He misses his Big George.
Big George might be somewhere in our house. He might be somewhere at Uncle Oliver's house. No one can find him. Felix had him yesterday, but we couldn't find him last night at bedtime. Felix slept with Owen's George. Owen's George is not the right George.
Then Owen decided he needed his George back this morning. So Felix has been lying on the couch, mostly scowling. He danced with Owen for a bit, but then he remembered about Big George and was sad again.
"Dad, can I have your watch?"
The answer is no, and this makes Felix inconsolably sad. But he doesn't have Big George to help him feel better.
"Why do you miss Big George, Felix?"
"Because I can't sleep."
"Where do you think he is?"
"At Uncle and Aunt Oliver's."
"Where is he in their house?"
"Somewhere."
"What will you do when you have him back?"
"Sleep." <giggles> "That is far."
Felix is happy again now because he has a sippy cup. It was taken away because he was taking the top off of it and making puddles on purpose. When it was taken away he needed Big George. But Big George wasn't around to help him feel better.
Felix didn't want to sit on the potty this morning without Big George either.
His oatmeal also didn't taste right.
Big George had a bath last week because he was caught outside in the rain. But even after a bath Big George pretty much smells the same now. He has a permanent odor.
Felix spilled some sippy cup on himself, and he is upset again.
He doesn't want lunch.
He doesn't want to go to church this evening.
He says going to Nama and Papa's house would be okay.
But he mostly misses Big George.
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