How awesome is my daughter
Small Child is watching Smallville. I'm playing a silly game on my laptop. Johnny is trying, quite desperately, to read his book. The phone rings, it's for Johnny. The Princess is bouncing up and down, pointing at things on my screen asking questions. She wants to know if Santa Claus is here yet and why are people always waiting for him. Why is it Clark's job to save girls and the whole town. Why does he have so many jobs. On the bed, off the bed. Johnny is shushing her and kissing her head. She says, "Daddy you're bigger and I am small Leysia." I cannot stop laughing. She asks, "Mommy, why are you laughing so hard you are shaking?"
Poor Johnny just wants to read his book.
Poor Johnny just wants to read his book.