Where is my CRIB?

Tonight, as I was rocking Addyson, 

I explained to her that I used to rock her when she was a little baby 

while I sat on the side of Brooklyn's bed, 

singing them both lullabies until their eyes finally closed. 

Addyson: "Mom, but I'm not a baby anymore."

Me: "I know, but I still like to rock you sometimes." 

Addyson (a little worry in her voice): 
"but where is my crib?" 

(she's just realizing that it's gone after 6 months?)

Me: "It's gone. You didn't need it anymore because you're a big girl now." 

Addyson (lip puckering and starting to cry): 
"But... I still want my criiiibbb....!" 

Me: "But you're a big girl now, and you don't need it anymore. You have a nice big girl bed..." 
(This is the point where I wanted to start crying! lol)

Addyson: (more crying...

big crocodile tears until she finally decided she was too tired to cry anymore.) 

I guess she never got to say a good farewell to her crib. 

She spent 3 1/2 years of her life in there.

 12 to 15 hours a day. 

Deep down, 

I wanted to go get her crib and set it up again for her...
(too bad we threw it away in the dumpster...but who wants to tell Addyson that story?)

do they have to grow up??