Alessandro's been going through a rough phase...playing rough, that is. He's a hair-pulling, knee-tackling, eye-grabbing kind of guy right now. That's how he thinks he fits in. We're all having a hard time adjusting to it. The girls in particular were at the end of their rope this evening. Ava asked me if I could put Baby Brother in a box. "In a box? What do you mean?" I ask. "In a box downstairs with the other stuff you're going to sell at the Twins' Sale," she answers. "You want us to sell Baby Brother?" I ask. They both nod their heads... Let's go with this and see what come out of their little hearts. I get on the computer and take dictation:
Dear Buyer,
We have a baby to sell and his name is Alessandro. And we don't want to have him because he hits us and do everything else that we don't like and we really don't want him for us. We want another baby brother - a girl baby who will listen to our words to what we say to her. And we don't want to buy Alessandro to us, OK? We want to sell it to you. Alessandro hits a little bit and pulls your hair. It hurts us very, very, very much. And we don't like him. And he goes jumping on our back, pulls our dresses and hugs our knees. We want girl everything.
They're watching me type the email and Ava thinks of an idea. "Let's send this to Antonio [our nephew whose parents are expecting in May]. He wants a baby brother and not a baby sister. Maybe he'll take him." I'm sure Sylvia would, too!
Daddy asks, "But, aren't you going to miss him [Alessandro]?"
"Yeah," says Ava.
"Yeah says Bettina too!" Bettina adds.
But, they both give a look like, "So, when can he move out?"
Poor kids...too bad we love him too much to sell him to someone else.
