I am sleep deprived, folks. Chris was sick about three weeks ago, and ever since then he has been keeping Dave and I up half the night. Sometimes, when I am very tired, things just have a way of falling out of my mouth without me thinking.
Yesterday afternoon Leah declared that her bathroom is for girl’s only, and that Daddy is no longer allowed to use it. We kind of laughed it off at that point. Fast forward to just after dinner. Dave was headed into “her” bathroom (which is actually the main bathroom in the house.
“Daddy!” she yelled, full of attitude. “I TOLD you that you are not allowed to use my bathroom anymore!”
“Hey!” I called to her. “Who do you think bought this house? Daddy did. He can use any room in here for anything he wants. Understand?”
And then, as a very eloquent afterthought, I added, “He can set up a meth lab in your bedroom if he wants to!”
Yup. So inappropriate, but it entered my twisted mind and exited through my lips before I could think it over.
Luckily, Leah’s response was, “Daddy couldn’t set up a MATH lab even if he tried.”