My Daughter Learned to Count
My daughter woke me around 11:50
last night. My wife and I had picked her
up from her friend Sally‘s birthday party,
brought her home, and put her to bed.
My wife went into the bedroom to read
while I fell asleep watching the Braves
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my
shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I‘m going
to be next month."
"I don’t know, beauty," I said as I
slipped on my glasses. "How old?“
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been
up with her for almost 8 hours. She still
refuses to tell us where she oot them.