Oh My-Lanta!

December 30, 2008

Daughter has the giggle-toots because she is so so so tired.  She’s standing over on the treadmill just laughing hysterically for no reason.  She’s reading every word I type.  I think she thinks I don’t know she’s reading this and that it must be some secret that I’m typing.  She thinks she has stumbled across a secret diary of mine.

Well daughter — tis no secret here!  Except now — the whole world is privileged to the knowledge of your little problem (giggle-toots at sleepy time).

It seems like such a waste for you to go through all this trouble and not get any good juicy info from this so-called secret diary of mine.  So let me try to think of something great to share with you…

wait for it…

wait for it…


I know you don’t.

Yes it is.

Okay, you’re right.

It’s not your bedtime.

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

It’s PAST your bedtime!

Toot Toot

Okay… so the question that daughter just asked me is, “If it’s past my bedtime then how come I’m not in bed, MOTHER?”

My answer is…

wait for it…

wait for it…

GO TO BED, Now.  Tomorrow — go to bed early to make up for going to bed late tonight.


Don’t try to change your question.

You made your own bed this time!  (pun intended)

You’re good.  You’re a fast talker.  You should be in sales.  BUT YOU”RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE MASTER (me)!

Sweet dreams.  Sleep tight.  Don’t let the bed bugs bite…rah rah rah rah rah rah rah.

Niney niney.






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