I have a two-year-old screaming in my ear right now. Is he injured? No. His older brother won't let him play with one of his trains. Apparently, being told that Henry does not belong to him and he's not allowed to play with it on Thursdays is a fate worse than death.
You know, this kid is pushing his luck. Does he really think I care about a stupid toy that's not even his when he doesn't care that he woke me up at 6 a.m. climbing all over me and requesting Thomas videos, drinks, and Goldfish? Sorry. I just don't.