Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Day After

She didn't sleep. Wait; I misspoke. She slept three hours. Not in a row.

I told her we had to go to Sunday school and she burst into tears. I told her we had to go get eggs at the store and she burst into tears. I told her we had to go to a cookout for my dad's birthday (which is tomorrow) and she burst into tears.

Have I mentioned that I hate sleepovers?

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