I'm at my sister's house again. She and her husband needed a babysitter tonight, and I wanted to visit with the family, so I came to take care of both. I continued my trend of sending the kids screaming from my presence in spectacular fashion. I was upstairs playing with them in their bedrooms when my niece tripped over a toy in the hall and bumped her head. She wanted her daddy to help make her feel better so I took her downstairs to where he was getting ready for work. When I went upstairs to keep an eye on my nephew, I wanted to make sure my niece was all right, so I sat at the top of the stairs to be able to hear what was going on. What did I hear? Thudthumptumble, WAAAAA! If you don't recognize it, that's the sound of my nephew falling down the top two steps and then wailing about it. My production has increased exponentially. Now I can make the second one start crying before the first one has even finished. I guess they were right about that whole practicepracticepractice thing.
I'm grateful for having made it through the night without needing to go to the emergency room (20).
2 comments:
Welcome to unclehood! Now you know why parents always look like they just crawled out from under a rock for the first five years of their kids' lives.
Thanks for the welcome. But. . . did you just say something kind of mean about two of your kids?
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