Monday, April 28, 2008
Oh Crappy Day
So I just got back from dropping the Gutsy Dad at the airport, and this is what greeted me--a big, huge field all fresh with manure. The entire house smells like caca. How fitting.
Jillson has been looking for her Papa everywhere, and asking "Papa do it?" for every task. Break a mommy's heart.
"Papa an Jillson walky le dogs?" No honey, Papa went bye bye.
"Papa chinge Jillsie's diaper?" No, honey, Mommy has to do it.
"Papa hold Jillson's hand so we don't bonky le car?" Sorry honey, so sorry.