This morning, I was having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. A thunk and the pitter patter of little feet let me know Conor was up.
"Is that a little snickerdoodle!?" I asked my adorable child as he walked in the kitchen rubbing his eyes.
He screwed up his face and scowled at me, "DADDY!"
Then he angrily marched into the bathroom where Dave was taking a shower and sat with him until Dave finished, got dressed and came back to the kitchen.
Happy Birthday to me, indeed!
Ho! Happy Almost Belated then, Anita. I hope your day got LOTS better after that greeting :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry you got the cold shoulder this morning...but I have to say that Miss M now seeks her daddy for the morning pee run. At 5:30 or so. I can't say I'm all torn up about that.
diaphragmatic breathing and humility should result in gratitude that the kid is alright. No biggie. That's life.
ReplyDeleteOne day you'll prefer to have birthdays forgotten. I'm already there: soon to be 5 x 5 x 2.....arghhhh....... Ohmmmmmmm. :)
p.s. happy birthday.
gk
Happy late birthday, Anita!
ReplyDeleteAnita!!! Another weird similarity...my birthday is on the 10th!!! Happy Birthday to you!!!
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