OOOOrnie = GOLD

Last night after three books, I told Wip it was time for bed.  He did not like that response and went into his "planking" tantrum (this is where he just lays face down on the floor with his legs and arms extended).  I calmly told him that Ernie had not left for the North Pole yet and was still able to report to Santa if he was not being a good boy.  Without a word he got up off of the floor, climbed into bed, pulled the covers up and said "good night Mommy!".  Ernie is better than gold.

Wip loves string cheese.  We usually cut up his string cheese into small cubes to make it easier for his tiny hands to pick up. Friday morning, Wip came downstairs and found Ernie on the counter.  He turned to his daddy and said "Look!  Ernie got into the cheese last night.".  The goal was to make the mini marshmallows look like snowballs, but I guess I can see where Wip would think it was cheese.