So I get home from a long day of messing around on BT work and my family greets me at the door. My husband, David, also know as Portland's Greatest Cable Guy (PGCG), had the day off so he was in charge of all three of my angels.
I glance around for my baby and he's not around. "Um, hon? Where's Ian?"
He doesn't glance up from his chores (He was being a good wifey and sweeping the floor) and mutters, "He put himself down for a nap."
"What do you mean he put himself down for a nap?"
"Well, I noticed he wasn't around anymore so I went looking for him and I found him in his bed asleep."
"OK....so how long has he been asleep?"
"Um...I dunno...probably a few hours."
"What do you mean you don't know? How long before you realized he wasn't around?"
He pauses and then shrugged, "Um...I guess a few hours?"
At this point I fight the urge to grab him by the throat and squeeze until his eyes bulge out. I want to scream but I calmly ask, "A few hours? Babe, he's little, he can get into trouble...you really should keep a closer eye on him." But on the inside I was screaming, "You friggin' idiot! That's my BABY!!!"
Grr. I know we're not supposed to have favorites as parents....but you don't understand...he's SO CUTE!! And he tells everyone that his mom is a Princess. *sigh*
Tell me you wouldn't say "yes" to anything he asked for:
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