Snippet from an actual conversation that took place in our house on Saturday night while my in-laws were in town visiting and staying in the nursery/guest room:
Harry: Where is Liam sleeping?
Me: In the closet.
Kile: In his pack n play.
[Harry eyes us dubiously, certain that we're pulling his leg]
Harry: He’s not in his crib, I didn’t see him in his room, where is he?
Kile: He’s in the closet!
Me: He’s in the closet in our bedroom.
[more dubious looks]
Me: Look, do you see the pack n play down here? (where it would normally be set up)
Harry: No…
Kile: He’s in our closet, kiddo. Trust us.
Harry: I’m going to go check.
Me: Don’t you wake him up…
Kile: If you wake him up, we’ll eat you.
[Harry runs off upstairs and returns a few moments later, a smile on his face]
Me: See? He was in the closet wasn’t he? Now get to bed.
Kile: He wasn’t sure if he should believe us.
Me: Maybe we shouldn’t tell him that he used to sleep in the closet when we had company when he was a baby too, huh?
I, for one, credit our ingenuity in thinking up the whole “pack n play in the closet” scenario. It’s almost like a whole ‘nother room in there, right? It worked! Please don’t call CPS.
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Susan (37 comments.) 08.27.07 at 8:29 am
Hee hee! When I read this headline in my feed reader, I thought, “Oh, it’s a post about her secret bun in the oven, a “closet baby.”
Daisy (16 comments.) 08.28.07 at 8:02 pm
I love the dialogue! If the closet works, use it. It won’t be big enough for long.
You could call it a sleep in closet, as opposed to a walk-in.
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