July 2, 2010

• A Drawing For Daddy

  On tuesday night the hubs went out in the evening to run a few errunds. He went to Target to look at the large storage containers because I told him I needed a large one to store all my blankets. He was trying to pry apart two that were stuck together. Due to his impatient, neanderthal, mentallity he got frustrated and tried to literally punch it to get it apart and ended up getting a 5inch gash on his arm. He came home a wounded soldier with blood dripping down his arm. I bandaged up my caveman after giving him a lecture and then we went to sleep.
  
  Wednesday, the next morning he took it off to take a shower and by the time he got out Zoe was up. I told Zoe that Daddy got an ouchie. He showed her, she gasped, and then asked in a concerned voice “what happened?” I didn’t want to tell her it’s cause her father’s an impatient fool so I told her to ask him. He told her it was cause he was running and fell down and that’s why she shouldn’t run too because then she’ll get a big ouchie like daddy (I actually mother approved stamped this lie because she always runs and falls down). Good lie babe!

  Yesterday morning he got out of the shower again and then Zoe and I waited for him on the bed to play nurse. I applied some neosporin on his arm and she had a big bandaid ready for him, already peeled, that we had bought for him after school the day before. After she applied the bandaid she gave it her magical healing power kiss and said “it’s all better.” Then she proceeded to lecture him as he sat there naked in his boxers…
  
  Zoe: What happened?
  Daddy: I was running and then I fell down. That’s why you don’t run or you’ll get hurt like daddy.
  Zoe: Ohhhhh. Is it ouchie?
  Daddy: Yes. It’s ouchie.
  Me: Daddy fell down and he cried like a little girl. He cried for his mommy. (the husband giving me a dirty look)
  Me: Daddy’s sucha  crybaby.
  Zoe: A crybaby?
  Me: Yeah.
  Zoe: (wagging her index finger at her father) Don’t run. Okay?! You don’t listen?! Don’t run! Listen to me! Or you fall down.
  Daddy: Okay, okay! Sorry. I listen.
  Zoe: Listen to me ok!?
  Daddy: Okay bossy.
  
  The hubs and I started laughing. Who does this lil half pint think she is? Haha it was cute though.
  

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