Princess makes potty runs in the middle of the night. Often, she walks around our bed into the master bath, forgets why she's there and heads back to her room, only to return a minute later because she wakes up enough to realize she needs to go to the bathroom. Other nights she taps Craig and say something bizarre like "Daddy, go flush for me" or "Daddy, I didn't flush cuz I didn't want to wake my brothers up."
Last night, she came in, tapped Craig on the back and said "My pillow is missing." She walked back into her room with her daddy in tow, to search out the missing pillow. It was on her bed. Imagine that. She very excitedly said, "Look Daddy, its back."
We would find this more amusing if it wasn't happening at 3 o'clock in the morning.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
9 hours ago