Sometimes when you are the youngest of 5, things can be hard. Like watching your siblings walk to school with their friends every morning.
Or watching your brothers and sisters gear up for a bike ride around the neighborhood.
And believing with all of your might that you can do it too.
And then they ride away from you, and your little legs can't catch up. And you just can't believe that they would actually leave you.
And then you tip over your tricycle and cry because you didn't have on a diaper and it really really hurt your hands and your private parts. (sorry no pictures of that, I was trying to soothe and calm both myself and the baby!)
So you come inside crying your eyeballs out and your mom realizes they only way to make this sadness go away is to give you a Dum Dum and turn on Yo Gabba Gabba.
And then you stop crying.
And when the first Dum Dum is gone, you cry again.
And before you know it, you have had three Dum Dums and your mommy has been able to wash some of the stoopid dishes. You know, the dishes that she put in a laundry basket and hid before the big 8 year old birthday party yesterday.
Oh the power of a Dum Dum.