Sneaky Boppy Boy

May 2011

Hudson,

So, the boppy..... We kind of got rid of it, but we kind of didn't. You are now hanging onto a broken half cut boppy. Literally, the top part of the rubber has been cut off. You still hold it, try to suck it. God bless you, you love that boppy. It is your comfort item. I can understand that my love. I know that you love your boppy and I know that it is hard to give it up. Your Mamma sucked her thumb until, hmmmm.... Well, I will let Siti tell you. Let's just say that I would hide at school so I could suck it. Poor me! But, Eventually I stopped and I was ok and I found new ways to comfort myself and you will too.

So, my sneaky boppy boy. You get into the car after school the other day and basically tell me that you and Ms. Elizabeth are in liaisons. Apparently, there is a bowl of boppys in the cupboard. You say, "Ms Maria doesn't know." I say, "Doesnt know what?" You say, "My boppy." I said, "Are you napping with a boppy at school?" You tell me that you are and I ask you where you are getting it. You say, "Ms. Elizabeth gives it to me and we don't tell Ms. Maria." Too much!

You always tell me everything. I love it. If you have done something bad at school, you get right in the car and tell me. I hope you are always this way. Remember: You can tell me anything my love.

You love Ms. Elizabeth and she loves you and now you all are sneaking boppys together! HA!

xoxoxo I love you amore mio, Mamma