Draven runs down the hall, screaming in pain, and straight into Daddy’s arms. Daddy was sitting on the couch, I was at the dining room table. I looked over at my husband, a little shocked at Draven’s actions since he’s such a Momma’s boy. He always comes to me when he’s crying. Always!
Todd looked at me, just as confused and started comforting Draven, asking him what was wrong.
“I-I-I-I huuurrr myyyyyy aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!”
I chuckled and said calmly to Todd, “That was a little weird.”
Kaida, darling Kaida, sees the exchange of glances between Daddy and I. She’s standing in between us trying to balance herself on the arm of the couch.
“Draven!!! Don’t you KNOW who that IS???” she says, a little perplexed herself.
I laughed. I didn’t get a chance to look at Daddy’s face before the rest of it came out.
“That’s Daddy!!! He’s a JackASS!!!!”
I buried my face in my arms on the table, laughing hysterically. For several minutes. Kaida was giggling behind me. Draven was still crying, whining really. And Todd was silent. After I composed myself, I stood up and looked at Todd. He was not amused in the least bit. I laughed even harder!
Did I feel bad? No, not even slightly! Why you ask? Because my darling, sweet, loving husband taught my kids to call Mommy a Cow! And they even mooooo at me. So having my dear 4-year-old daughter say this at random was more perfect than I could have planned myself! Because Daddy is, indeed, a Jackass!