Happiness is lying in bed with H and T, watching Dancing With the Stars. Hilarity is H commenting, "Mommy, Daddy couldn't do this because it would be bad for his back, right?" I actually laughed out loud and explained that these were really complicated dances, and these guys were professionals and/or practiced a lot. H persisted, "Well, Daddy's a good dancer, but he couldn't do this because of his back." Aaah, a child's blind devotion to her dad!
I think I finally got rid of the fruit flies, but now we're being inundated by ladybugs. How the heck did they get in the house?
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