Yesterday evening, during the first half of the Bears game, Otto climbed on the arm of the couch. I was on the floor playing with Annabel. He looked at me solemnly. "Today is a really hard day," he said.
"It is?" I looked at Jon, who nodded and said "Yep, it's hard when you don't get to watch any of your shows."
"Yeah," Otto said sadly. Then he sighed theatrically and slid off the couch to go do something else. He'd obviously thought about asking to watch one of his shows, then remembered he wasn't allowed.
Is it crazy to be proud of him for taking his punishment so well?
Tonight he told me he traded lunches with Maya. I'm not sure whether to believe him or not, but I'll send a PB&J tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he won't trade his PB&J away.
Annabel had a tough day, I don't think she napped at all, poor kid. I'll consult with Miss M in the morning to see if there's anything we can do.