Questa è Enida

Me Monchies’ rule for pyjamas or jammies is:
They wear them two nights in a row. Three nights max if they’re still clean and smell nothing like pickled herrings. And in the morning, before jumping into the shower, the jammies have to be folded and put under their pillow if they’re still clean and smell nothing like pickled herrings. If they are ready for washing, they are to jump straight into the laundry basket. The jammies, of course, not me Monchies.

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This morning Edrick left his jammies on top of his chest of drawers while he was running bugil back and forth in the hallway. Happily!

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Mommy: Edrickkk! What are these? *points at the jammies even though she knows what they are*

Edrick: They’re my jammies, Mom. *answers Mommy honestly even though he knows that Mommy knows what they are*

Mommy: Where do they belong? *asks this question on average 57 times a day at the measurement of 15, 000 decibels in the morning*

Edrick: Under my pillow.

Mommy: So? *bulges her eyes the biggest possible*

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Edrick combined his folding with some rolling and crumpling techniques on his jammies and handed them out to me.

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Mommy: Well! Put them under your pillow. I’m not a pillow!

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Edrick looked at me smiling and started to chuckle as he got the joke and went on laughing even more when he heard Kitreena guffawing in the background as she too found it funny. Somewhat!

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Edrick: Ha ha ha that’s so funny, Mommy! Ha ha ha you’re not a pillow! Ha ha ha.

Mommy: *lightens up and smiles and smirks and shakes her head the way the  Indian moms always do*

Edrick: You’re not a cushion either, Mom.

Mommy: *bulges her eyes beyond control and the next thing she knows, she is rolling on the floor in her jammies and almost falls into the laundry basket*

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What a way to start a Saturday… two bugil Monchies in their room watching their Mommy laughing her jammies off, turning herself into a floor cushion!

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Glossary for Neil:

bugil or bogel = naked

Boy! It must be getting warmer here in Moscow, Neil! Me Monchies can now run bugil everywhere! (In the house, of course.)

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