Tonight Layla told Ryan that she didn't want to take a bath (she should have thought of that before she poured sand in her hair at the playground today). Ryan was talking about other viable options for sand removal, including getting sprayed off with the hose outside, rinsed in the sink, and a few swirlies. None of these sounded good to Layla, so she said, "Daddy, I'll take a bath at your house."
Ryan was a bit puzzled, so he asked, "Where's my house?"
"At work," she replied.
Ryan's face immediately turned a delightful shade of red bearing a priceless look of bewilderment combined with the desire to fall over and choke on laughter. When he could speak, he said, "This is Daddy's house, right here."
"No, this isn't Daddy's house," Layla replied, "but you can stay at our house."
At least someone besides me recognizes that my husband is, indeed, a workaholic.
2 comments:
Hahaha! That is too funny. She's at the best age!
I laughed so hard when Lanee was reading this out loud to me! Buy the kid an iPod, then she can learn Piano Man and sing it every Saturday night at nine like Lanee does. And I thought of one thing besides cottage cheese and DC! She makes strawberries with stuff in them. Those have got to be nutritional.
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