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I’m sure she was . . .

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So my son and I recently stayed with my parents for a couple of weeks (that’s its own story).

One day, grandma put on Cars for my son (his favourite), but it was an unfamiliar TV and she had trouble getting the volume to work.

No matter – he’s a happy little guy and was perfectly content watching it without any sound (he’s seen it 145,892 times so I’m sure following along with the plot was not a serious hurdle).

So the next morning, he asked papa if he could put Cars on for him.

“Papa, I can watch Cars?”

“Sure buddy.”

“You can make it with sound?”

“Yep, sound is on.”

“Oh, gramma gonna be SO proud of you.”

Parenthood = Psychosis

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Before I had kids I never really knew what it was to be torn.

Our daughter is three years old.  Which for those of you who are not native English speakers, can loosely be translated as “evil.”

She yells.  She screams.  She talks back.  She doesn’t sleep.  (Therefore we don’t sleep).

So she’s at a sleepover at Grandma’s tonight so that her parents are able to retain their status as Non-Homicidal.

It’s been a torturous week, with her pushing us at every turn.  It was a godsend that we were able to get just one night of peace.

And yet . . .

She’s been gone an hour and . . .

I MISS HER VERY, VERY MUCH!