I'm just happy I found them. They have been missing for a while amiss all the books and journals that seem to gather on the side of my bed. I really need to find a better system. Dani needs the biggest night stand you got, because my skinny book shelf is not cutting it. Or maybe, I can just learn how to read only ONE book at a time, apposed to five or six. this may help as well....
When I was a little girl I once fell asleep on a Sunday night as the family watched Funniest Home Videos.
My dad thought this show was great.
Sunday nights were THEE nights at my house, let me tell you what. Mom would put us kiddos in our PJ's, and my dad would theatrically pop the popcorn in those air-popcorn makers. All of us would watch with big eyes and suppressed giggles.
I had this" AWESOME" hair cut...
I looked just like my mom.
Probably because, I had the same hair cut as my mom...
Luckily, I was only five at this time, and had plenty of time to grow this out before Kindergarden.
Once the biggest bowl of popcorn was made, it was all a matter of strategy to see how much popcorn one's little hands can gather before the bowl is empty
trying to pretend we weren't picking out the ones
smothered in melted butter...
that is, Karen noticed and yelled at you.
After all the popcorn scavenging , I fell asleep. But this was a light sleep. Which meant, I heard my mom and dad debating after the show finished, if they should wake me and tell me to go to bed with my sisters.
But my dad decided to just pick me up, walk me up the two tri-levels, place me in my bed, and gently tuck me in.
While I, pretended to be dead asleep the entire time.
I just wanted to see what would happen, and I got a free ride to bed out of it!
Kind of makes me wish I was still small enough to be carried like that. I have this firm theory that I actually weigh more than I look, so whenever I am carried for whatever reason, I always try to help the person out by holding some of my own weight with my arms. (Because dead weight is something else)
Plus, as much fun fake sleeping may be, I doubt I can pull that trick off again.
But this is also the great thing about being a dad. Dad's get the joy and pleasure of putting up with their fake-sleeping daughters, and make popcorn-popping look like the best thing in the world. They get to be as ridiculous as they want, because children know that if all-else fails, mom will be their voice of reason when dad takes the teasing too far.
Ok. Now that I had a full rambling session about being carried and fake sleeping, combined with all the hidden joys of popcorn making and the greatness of being a dad...
I believe I am ready to crawl out of bed now.
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