“You’re not supposed to eat food that dropped on the table. Mommy! Daddy ate food that dropped on the table!”
“You’re not supposed to take such big bites of food. Mommy! Daddy’s eating his food with big bites!”
"You’re not supposed to burp. Mommy! Daddy burped!”
“You didn’t wash your hands after coming home. Mommy! Daddy didn’t wash his hands!”
“You’re not supposed to use this bathroom to pee. Your bathroom is the one in the front. Mommy! Daddy’s using the wrong bathroom!” (Don't ask)
“You left your clothes on the floor. Mommy! Daddy didn't pick up his clothes!”
“You’re not supposed to have the water on when you brush your teeth. Mommy! Daddy’s wasting water!”
"Ow! You brushed my hair too hard! Mommy! Daddy brushed my hair too hard and it hurts!"
“You’re not supposed to be eating chips. Mommy! Daddy’s eating chips!”
“You’re not supposed to throw things on the table. Mommy! Daddy threw something on the table!”
I could seriously go on and on and on. In fact, I could probably create a second blog called, “Mommy! Daddy….” with all the scolding I get on a daily basis. I’m almost positive that the wife inwardly smiles every time Caitlyn reprimands me. I can only imagine what it’s going to be like once our second daughter comes out and the triumvirate is complete.
However, all hope is not lost. Even with her infinite bag of no-no's, there are two things, two important things that Caitlyn approves of. First, I have her nod of approval to walk around naked in the house. And second, I am allowed to fart as loudly as I want. Not surprisingly, Caitlyn also likes to run around naked and fart. Maybe there is a bit of me in her after all, though it would be much to the wife's dismay.
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