So, MomScribe headed out with the ladies of the neighborhood to see a movie called Miracle Mike tonight. I think it’s a film about religion or something. Anyway.
I told the 4-year-old that Mom wouldn’t be home before he went to bed. He got this startled, confused look on his face and said: “We’re gonna be home all by ourselfs? Who’s gonna take care of us?”
Ahem. That’d be me. The dad.
“I. Want. Mommmmmmm-Meeeeee!”
Yeah. That’s my boy.
Told him to get ready for supper and a bonus night of Phineas and Ferb on Netflix. And I let him pick his supper: shredded honey ham, Club crackers, apple sauce and Gatorade. A homemade lunchable.
We’re good. Praise Mike.