Then she woke up . . . and there was no play pen. . . . and this happened . . .
The poor thing realized that it wasn't a bad dream. Her playpen really is gone! Her special things really are in a TUB! The disappointment, the disgust is very visible here right now. She can't believe that this fate has come to her. When I tell her another one is coming, she nods her head "yes", but still looks distraught!
I guess she thinks we didn't "understand" last night, because she went right back to throwing things out. I am glad Brent doesn't work too late tonight. A little girl who is already sick and grumpy and now is mad and can't find "her place" isn't a good combo. I hope she likes the new one, because it isn't like the old one exactly.