Just a quick one...
This morning we were all being lazy, hanging out on the bed. The New Kid was drinking a bottle, Dizzy was running cars over my legs and feet, with the occasional bashing to the stomach. Baduka was up cuddling with me and singing No More Monkeys and making us laugh, when Daddy looked at my arms.
Daddy: "What happened to you?!"
Me: "Huh?"
Daddy: "Where did you get those little bruises?"
Me: "Oh, well, I get kicked, hit, poked, punched, jumped on, jumped off, all day--"
Baduka: "Alllllll dayyyy longggggg..."
He may not say much, but when he does, his timing is impeccable.
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