Last night, Amanda was telling us about a family she knows in which the mother is taking the two kids and going to see her family in China for 2 months and then the kids (a toddler and a baby) will be staying for a full year. I can’t imagine being separated from Reid from a week (though I’m getting closer to being apart for a weekend) let alone a year. Somehow, Ken got to the possibility of a kid moving into the basement.
Reid’s ears almost visibly perked up. Sleep! In the basement! What an idea! Reid was going to sleep in the basement that very night. I told her that the basement was too messy to sleep in – and, by the way, we needed to remedy that before Aunt Pam and Grandma Joyce came to visit. (I smile in anticipation of the visit, if not the cleaning.) Reid stuck with wanting to sleep in the basement that night. I offered that she could sleep in the basement once my family arrived. Reid looked surprised and said, “I am your family.” Ken laughed and said, “She’s only 3 and she gets it,” and he mumbled something about me not being separate from my family of birth yet. When Ken and Amanda were done laughing, I tried arguing that I’d be lonely if she slept in the basement. At first, Reid argued that she would still be close and then she told me that I could sleep next to her on the floor. Being the problem-solving sort, she’d dealt with my concern that the basement was too messy by deciding to sleep on the floor and my loneliness by including me in the plan. Resourceful girl, that Reid.
Finally, Ken said that basement sleeping wasn’t going to happen with some variation of “because I said so” and Reid let the issue drop.