Last night as my husband was getting the kids ready for bed, I sat downstairs in the relative quiet and worked on my laptop. Bath had ended and while the children got themselves dressed, I knew my time to help with tucking in was fast approaching. While I worked frantically I overheard this…
Daddy: “Emma, please stop messing around.”
Emma: “Daddy, I’m not messing around.”
Daddy: “Then why are your panties on the cat?”