Wednesday, January 19, 2011
When Mrs. Sunshine mails me the picture above when I'm at work, the good father in me melts and just wants to tuck her into her little baby futon so she can be comfortable during the little nap that Mrs. Sunshine tricked her into through carrying her around in the Fitta-like contraption for the better part of an hour.
The sleep deprived bad father in me though would like to start crying loudly in her ear, wake her up from her peaceful slumber and then as she looks up, half awake and confused, confront her with "Huh?! Not so nice to be woken up when you just wanna catch some needed sleep, huh?! Well, now you know how I feel after you doing this to me every f**king night at 4AM for 5 days straight! Not so fun to be on the receiving end is it now?!"
...but as this is being written I have a sleeping drooling baby leaning against my arm, doing those adorable baby snores, so I guess the bad father in me is keeping his distance, as he should.