When the boys were in the NICU as newborns, Rob and I bought them this stuffed kangaroo, and placed it above their isolettes. It scared the nurses every.single.time. they walked into the room. We got a kick out of watching those nurses scream and jump ;). After the boys came home from the hospital, the kangaroo followed them into their bedroom, and dutifully watched over them at night. As soon as they were old enough to get out of their own bed, though, they would stuff the kangaroo into the closet. Once they could talk, they would tell me that the kangaroo came alive at night, stared at them through the darkness. In the morning I would often find it turned around facing the wall, or hidden in odd places. After Reagan was born, I decided to stop torturing the young men, and put the kangaroo in Reagan's room, as it didn't seem to bother her in the least.
Today, I bribed the boys with 15 minutes of computer time to clean their sister's room. They were more than willing. When I checked on them, though, I found this....
They'll clean. But that kangaroo is OUTTA HERE.
Hee hee hee hee hee
ADDENDUM: Reagan just calmly told me, two days after this incident, that the Kangaroo is her friend because he comes alive at night and plays with her. OK. WHAT is with the kangaroo????
