A couple of Sundays ago, we were enjoying a relaxing afternoon. I was making dinner, and Allison headed upstairs to play with her daddy. About 20 minutes later, she came back down looking like the beauty you see above. Mascara. "Where is your father?" I asked. I was afraid to visit the scene of the crime. We marched up the stairs and into the bedroom, finding clues along the way: black streaks on the walls, eyeshadow ground into the carpet. And there he was. His feet were dangling from the bed. His face was wrapped in a pillow. Daddy was fast asleep.
7 comments:
LOL - That is too funny!!
I knew I was going to love this post by the title. That cracks me up!
I think blogs are great inventions. They get us to take pictures when otherwise we might lose our cool...I speak for myself there. Fun memories.
Ah, we've had many incidents like that at our house. Michael once opened a ziploc bag full of chocolate candy, unwrapped several pieces, melted them all over couch and himself - within inches of Steve's face. Steve was lying on the couch reading something and never once looked up!
So cute!! Im so glad you snapped a picture! Did daddy get to clean up the mess?
Oh that made me laugh out loud. I love the innocent look...the binky helps:)
So funny-we've had that happen in our house before. I will say though that I am positive this is the first and last time Joe has neglected his babysitting duties.
Post a Comment