We can still Rock

Me: “Sorry, kids. The dogs chewed up the Rock Band microphone. I don’t think we can play Rock Band anymore.”

Danger Monkey, age 6: “We still have the guitars and drums.”

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “We can still Rock.”

I hate puking

Home today with a pukey little one. After every retch, she cries. “I hate puking.”

Poor little thing. All I can do is rub her back.

Here I am, this giant powerful man, with money and brains… and all I can do is pat her back and assure her that she’ll feel better later.

Big sigh.

#ParentingIsHard #ThisWasntInTheBrochure

Danger Monkey, age 6: “She’s not really asleep, Dad.”

Little Miss Thing, age 3,: (yelling) “I’M ASLEEP!”

Me: “You know, kiddo… As a general rule, people who scream ‘I’m asleep’ are not really asleep.”

LMT: (now whispering) “I’m asleep.”