Girl Terror loves, loves, loves her Daddy. She cries when he goes to school, she waits and watches out the window for him to come home. She loves to read with him, snuggle with him, and in general, she wants to be just like him. At times I have been jealous of this devotion, but yesterday I witnessed a sharing moment that made me grateful I am second best.
We were all in the living room and Girl Terror was bouncing around. Suddenly she stopped, reached out her arm, and placed one finger on Hubby's leg. She pressed her little finger into his knee, and simultaneously tensed her body, and scrunched up her face. I asked "Whatcha doin'?" Even though it was painfully clear. "I pooping!" She grunted. And still the finger was connecting her to Daddy. Hubby gaped at her, apparently frozen in place. It was one of the creepiest, grossest moments I have ever witnessed. When she was done, she took her hand back, and resumed dancing. I am soooo glad she does not feel the need to have this connection with me. He can have all the poopy sharing moments he wants.
7 comments:
I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my chair!!!
oh my gosh, that's great! thanks for the laugh first thing in the morning :)
Next time I'm constipated can I borrow Daddy's leg? This is really funny, Mom.
Oh my god. That is sooooo funny and so not where I thought the post was heading.
LOL! That is priceless.
Sounds like he's been nominated to potty train her!
that is great. I am still laughing. My co-workers are looking at me oddly as I giggle every now and then.
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