Saturday, May 29, 2004

WillowBlog, Take 1 

Her mother's gone all day, frantically preparing the tent and dining areas for tonight's Prom, and Willow's got a terrible cold. All she wants to do is cuddle on my lap and stare, leaking and glazed, at the television, poor thing. After a full round of Wiggles and Stanley, though, it seemed like time to move on. Hence:
Willow, what should daddy write on the computer?

(silence)

Willow?

(silence)

Should I write...Willow is sick?

No...

C'mere, honey. Do you need a tissue?

No...

What should I write?

Willow get down?

Okay, honey.

(Willow runs away, snuffling)

Hey, where are you going?
More later, I hope, but with sick kids one can never assume. Darcie's working all day, and then we're off at 7 to a nice supper with some friends before making our own appearance at the Prom...and then I've got a midnight to 2:30 shift in the dorm, checking kids in as the prom winds down. It's going to be a long day.

posted by boyhowdy | 9:42 AM |

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