Good Sign It's Past My Bedtime
Daddy Dearest gets up and makes the bed. He then returns to the living room with something ominously concealed in his hands.
Daddy: Hold out your hand
Me: *cringing and yanking hand away*
Daddy: Just hold out your hand
Me: This better not be icky! *cringing, preparing to scream & throw whatever is placed in my hand*
Daddy drops two chewable vitamins in my hand. hehe... yes, I'm obviously PARANOID!!
I might be offended if it weren't for the fact that I'd told him I was going to bed an hour ago and he knows how miserable I feel in the mornings. If anyone else did it, I'd suspect alterior motives, but Daddy has only the best of intentions.
Goodnight... I think... no, seriously... Goodnight... FOR REAL!!
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