Filed under: Dads, 3 years, 5 years, Adventures in Parenting, Indoor Play
It started when Sara came into our bedroom asking "is this your package?" over and over again. Rachel was still asleep (or trying to be) and I was faced away from the door working. At first, I couldn't see what she had in the way of a "package" and it occured to me that we wouldn't have gotten any packages so early on a Saturday morning.Next thing I know, I hear Rachel say "that's your father's wallet."
I turned around and, sure enough, there was Sara, holding out my wallet. "Where did you get that?"
Her reply befuddled me -- "it was on the floor in our room." All I could think was that perhaps it fell out of my pocket last night when I was reading their bedtime stories. I took the wallet and thought no more of it.
Then, moments later, Jared comes in complaining about Sara and a penny and I realize that my wallet had been in the front right pocket of my pants, along with a single one cent piece. (I leave everything in my pockets to make sure I don't misplace anything.) That led to a question I haven't asked in at least twenty years: "where are my pants?"
"They're in our room," came the reply.
"Why are my pants in your room?"
"Because Sara wanted to be a robot." Well, duh.Permalink | Email this | Linking Blogs | Comments
