As I mentioned in a previous post The Woman Who Shall Not Be Disparaged’s sister, Mongolita, is getting married. Since the big day is this coming Saturday, Disparaged and The Bug are spending the week helping Mongolita get ready. (I hear The Bug’s primary tasks are to look cute and let ChocoLocoPerrito lick her constantly.) Thus, Golden Boy and I have been left to fend for ourselves in this big bad world.
For four days.
I was left with strict instructions to not let the boy die. Golden Boy was left with strict instructions to take good care of me. So far the boy is, in fact, not dead. As for me, well here’s what I heard (more or less) on day one:
- “Daddy, you need to put on my shoes.”
- “Daddy, you need to tie your shoes.”
- “Daddy, you’re going to take me to daycare, right?”
- “Daddy, tie your shoes.”
- “Daddy, drink eight glasses of water.”
- “DADDY! TIE! YOUR! SHOES!”
- “Daddy, you need to schedule a colorectal exam.”
- “Daddy, tie your other shoe.”
- “Daddy, you’re going to give me a snack in the car, right?”
So we’re doing just fine here, thanks.
