Friday, September 10, 2010

Wake Up Daddy! - The Funniest F*cking Thing I Heard All Day

We couldn't get the Cap'n out of bed.  After an hour of my niceness, prodding, delivering hot cups of tea and telling him that daylight was burning - I finally called in the big guns: the Little Terror Suspects.  Nothing can make your own bed less appealing than three squirming, fighting, attention-starved children on a Saturday morning.

I sent Thumbelina (age 7) in first, with a nudge and a "go wake up Daddy." She came back five minutes later looking sad.  When I asked her what was the matter she said: "Daddy is mean.  Just because I told him his breath smelled worse than poop, he growled at me and told me to get out.  I need a hug, mommy..."

Then I sent in the baby.  At 21 months, she tippy-toed into the room and said in the sweetest voice imaginable: "Dadda! Det UP!" and I heard some murmured conversation between them and a big smack of a kiss and then she she toddled back down the hall and into the kitchen.  She scowled at me, grabbed a cucumber off the counter and said: "For Dadda. No for Momma." And scampered back into the bedroom.  She came back out a minute later and handed me the cucumber, looking confused. 

Apparently, he didn't want a cucumber.

So I asked Hawk (age 5).  I told him to go wake up Daddy and off he went, his big boy feet going slappy slappy slappy down the hall.  I heard a howl from the Cap'n followed by: "HAWK! Get your feet off my bottom!  What are you doing?!" 

Hawk hopped off the bed with a thump and started walking back to his room, as he said:

"Sorry... I was just practicing."

The Cap'n was all: "Practicing?!  For WHAT?"  But he was already out of bed.  Well done, Hawk.

The. End.

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