I’m over at the Consortium, watching Katherine for Dave and Margie.
Those of you reading Dave’s blog might be aware that The Kitten isn’t sleeping very well, nor is she taking naps.
Apparently, Margie found a powerful bargaining tool in this arena today.
.:At 3pm Today:.
Margie: Katherine, if you go lie down like a good girl, maybe Uncle Doyce will come see you later.
Katherine: Zzzzzzz.….
I’m Santa Claus! I’m the Easter Bunny!
.:Now:.
I’m Satan.
See, after watching the Jungle Book (which is a great movie, btw), Katherine and I played with her Legos for awhile, then I stuck frozen needles in her eyes, tore out her fingernails with my teeth, and swallowed them whole put her to bed. (It’s easy to confuse the two if you listen to Katherine’s reactions.)
So, Margie, if your keyboard isn’t working very well tomorrow, it’s because I was typing on it REALLY LOUD to drown out the sobs from upstairs.
Also, I didn’t recognize one of the things she was asking me to bring her when she went to bed (‘My mare’ as near as I could tell), so that pretty much assured me years of my future spent in the karmic underworld. When she started asking for ‘my mommy, my daddy’, I fled the room.
Still, I would come over and do it again in a heartbeat.
Self, meet Katherine’s little finger.
