It’s the middle of the week
Ah, the joys of parenthood! This morning I awoke to the sounds of laughter, followed shortly by the angry voice of the girl-child:
“Say you’re sorry!”
“No!”
Trying to be a bit more forceful, she uses a calmer, more determined sounding voice: “Aaron, say you’re sorry.”
“No! Mo-ommm, dad! Help!”
“say you’re sorry or I’ll pee on you!”
That was my cue to get out of bed, I think. Moses had his burning bush, and I have the urinating girl-child. This is all going to be a real chum-bucket of fun when they hit their teen years, isn’t it?
