Dad Gone Mad: Nice and Cozy

I stepped out of the shower this morning and saw that the door from the bathroom to our bedroom was wide open. Believing it was Hot Wife who’d turned on the light (and thinking that she might like to see my fresh, clean butt) I looked into the bedroom. What I saw made me audibly gasp:

My three-year-old daughter was standing at my nightstand and was stretching her little arms into The Drawer of Sex and Violence.

I have both already been there and done that, folks, and will no doubt have it happen again (cept in my case it’s more of a self-contained compact carry unit that — oh, okay, it’s an old shoebox). I don’t know if, reading this, I was covering my mouth to stifle the laughter or block the moans that rise from the remembered horror of my own experience.

*snorffles* You use a shoebox too? Oh man, De's so going to kill me.