I am doing my rounds, waking up the children at friggin' o'dark thirty in the morning. Emily, my normal little ray of sunshine wakes up well to kisses, Ethan is confused and weird as always and Steven...."STEVEN?!?!?! STTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEN?!?! HOLY SHIT, WHERE IS STEVEN? WHERE IS MY BABY?!?!?!"
I small giggle form the kitchen...the little bastard crawled on the floor behind me while I was waking his brother. FOR REAL?!?!?!? I mean does this constitute cause for an ass beating? I was so freaked out. I just knew some religious fanatic had crwled into his window and stolen him to take away and sacrifice (what? So I have a bit of an active imagination....whatever?!?!?!?!)
I guess all I can say is "Well played son, well played"
I small giggle form the kitchen...the little bastard crawled on the floor behind me while I was waking his brother. FOR REAL?!?!?!? I mean does this constitute cause for an ass beating? I was so freaked out. I just knew some religious fanatic had crwled into his window and stolen him to take away and sacrifice (what? So I have a bit of an active imagination....whatever?!?!?!?!)
I guess all I can say is "Well played son, well played"
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