The other morning, as I do every morning, I got Seven's breakfast ready, plopped it on the table, and suited up to take the dogs outside to pee. Atticus was asleep in his crib. The dining room is just across the hall from the baby's room, so Sev is easily able to hear him.
As I got my shoes on and a leash on Pants, I told Sev, "Come downstairs and holler at me if Atticus wakes up, okay?"
"Okay, mom."
I took the boys out. Pants likes to take six years to find a spot to pee, so maybe five or six minutes passed. I came back upstairs. Seven was happily eating her cereal at the table as Atticus cried in his nursery.
"Sev! I thought I told you to come get me if you heard the baby! How long has he been crying?"
She thought about it for a second, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "I don't know. Two years?"
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