I swear, he does it on purpose…

The females are out at a scout meeting tonight, so it’s just me and the curly penis carrying mammal.  (Curly-haired.  He doesn’t have a cork-screw member.)

After twenty minutes of “put down the iPad, it’s time for bed”, we go up.  He bitches that mom isn’t there.  I brush his teeth, he has a pee, and I get him snuggled into bed.  He bitches that mom isn’t there.  I read him a book. He bitches that mom isn’t there.

I fix his covers.  Get the cat situated on top of him.  Give her a skritch. Give him a skritch.  He bitches that mom isn’t there and says I love you.  I say the same and good night.  I go back to the bathroom and shut the light.  I go to the kitchen and get a big glass of ice for my diet tonic water.  I Dumbledore the lights in the kitchen as well and head downstairs.

I snuggle into my seat.  Adjust my computer.  Pour my tonic.  Focus on Jeopardy.

“DAD!”

Sigh.

I move my computer.  Haul my chubby ass up.  Go back up the stairs, wondering what he needs that he didn’t need 45 seconds ago.  Walk down the hall and into his room.

And he and Val are both sound asleep.

Sigh x2.

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