Susan picked up the kids Wednesday night, and I showed up about 30 minutes later, cold and wet.
I kind of like to torture the kids “sometimes,” so I called Camille over, lifted her shirt and warmed up my hands for about 2 seconds before she hit me with her B movie horror scream. Bad Daddy.
Camille (after shrieking): “Daddy, you took away my warm!”
Ah, the benefits of being Dad.
Reminds me of the time my Dad let ice drip on me while I was sleeping on the couch. That was a rude awakening.
I’m not blaming him for my demented self. I’m just sayin’….
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Fun! Love Camille’s response. But I must ask about this fish?? What’s up with that?
The fish: We bought 2, but one died. There’s still a debate as to which fish belonged to whom. So we’re not sure if the fish is Camille’s or Abby’s.
I was thinking that the holidays MUST be filled with many delightful “Camille-isms.” I’m waiting to hear more.