The Child was adamant that he didn't want his doting dad to bath and put him to bed tonight. When we asked what was actually wrong with his Dad he replied "I really don't like his spots"
I suppose it's a good thing he didn't throw the question back at me, I fear nobody would have gone to bed for a long time and The Husband would petition for divorce. Unfortunately He can't afford one. A Divorce that is. This makes it all the more terribly fun to antagonise each other. It's my only hobby.
It's a good job we love each other. & we do. Honest. Sometimes.
He owes me an all over rub and instead of petulantly yet rightfully demanding it I'm letting him sleep. This is Love.
I wish I could afford to be an alcoholic.