Wednesday, August 22, 2007

It Hurts Because It's True


I was out late Monday Night with some friends, and decided that there was NO way I was going to be able to get up at 6am Tuesday morning to go to work, so I decided to punch in sick.

I had HOPED that I could sleep at least a LITTLE late, so I wouldn’t be a zombie the entire day.

Those hopes were dashed, however, as at 7am I heard my bedroom door creak open, then the pitter-patter of little feet run across the room to my bed.

“Daddy! Wake up! I want to play with you!”



“Ok, Ok. I’m up.”

“Daddy, why do you look mad? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. I dreamt that a little midget woke me up early in the morning to play with him”.

“Well Daddy, I had a nightmare last night too!”

“What was it?”

“I dreamed that a man with a big belly wouldn’t wake up to play with me!”


The kid is four years old, dammit. Four!

At this rate, he is going to be one of the biggest Smartasses the world has ever known…..
He’s gonna make me so proud…….. *sniff*

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