Being Second Best


Recently Baby O has decided that her dad is the cat's meow and that her mother, well, her mother kind of sucks.  Throughout the day she emphatically tells me, "No, daddy do it."

Daddy do bath.

Daddy help me.

Daddy walk.

Daddy read.

And what about mommy? 

Ehh, we don't need her.

I've tried to remind her that I carried for nine long months, that I fed her for ten even longer months, and that I pushed her out of a very small hole in my body, but honestly, she doens't appear all that impressed with these accomplishments. 

What an ungrateful (and yet adorable) child.

I fear I may even be second best
to  her new favorite hobby of nose picking

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