Home today with sick kiddo, who spent hours last night re-enacting The Exorcist split pea soup scene.
But apparently some sleep and some TLC… and 2 hours of My Little Pony… seem to have her on the mend.
In fact, she’s currently trying on outfits to go out dancing with Mama tonight.
I’m staying home to makeup some of that sleep I lost last night.
Parenting. Sigh.
Yelling up the stairs…
Me: “There’s entirely too much ruckus up there! You were tucked in over 20 minutes ago! Not another peep!”
(long pause)
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy?”
Me: “What?”
LMT: “I think a fart just came out of my mouth.” (so much giggling)
(long pause)
Me: “Go. To. Sleep. NOW.”
(Fake snoring noises)
Me: “I give up.”
My Wonderful Wife: “It’s time to give the puppies their W-E-T-F-O-O-D.”
Me: “Did you just spell words so puppies wouldn’t understand?”
WW: (stare) “Don’t judge me.”
Very Vocal Viking 