Father Knows Best
I’m making the bed. Rob enters our room in a huff.
Him: “Gawd. She is so bossy.”
Me: “Which one?”
Him: “The little one.”
Me: “What did she do now?”
Him: “Well, she was looking for her Pink Silky and she asked me where it was. I told her it was in her crib and said ‘Go upstairs and get it.’”
Me: “Yeah.”
Him: And she said “No, you go get it.”
Me: “Um-hmm. So, what did you do?”
Him: “I went and got it.”
Me: *raise eyebrows* *stare* *blink* *blink*
But, in all honestly, it was probably for the best. Otherwise, things likely would have escalated into screaming and a tantrum.
And I just can’t take it when Rob cries.
