Because while he’s gone, he has to leave either me or the dog in charge of Little S. When he chooses me, this is evidently what passes for good parenting
Which by itself isn’t a problem, except the fact that the bottle had been up here
on the table previously. It didn’t fall on her, because that would have left a mark that I would be hard-pressed to explain away to him.
I thought maybe she was trying to tell us she needed a little something for her sore gums
And to think I would have guessed her more a vodka girl.
She’s evidently not a happy drunk either. Her dinner was full of this demonstration of her new skill
Her new trick leads me to believe I am so screwed by the time she hits the terrible twos.
Don’t worry, Dad will be around again tomorrow to supervise us.