About being Outnumbered
It’s customary for our two daughters to leap out of bed long before I’m forced to. Recently I’ve been left wondering whether it’s the joys of a good morning kiss/cuddle that draws them into our bedroom or whether it’s the prospect of playing with the iPhone or iPad.
This morning there was hardly a pause between the kiss and the iPhone request/demand which prompted me to curse our 5 year old’s addiction to the dreaded device and a bout of self-restraint kicked in allowing me to settle for this:
Me: “Leave that silly iPhone alone”
Her: (in a stern and serious tone) “Daddy, how can you call it silly when it’s so useful? You spend the whole day reading your messages!”
Me: “Don’t you want to tell me about your dreams rather than play with the useful iPhone”
Her: “Sigh, oh dad, don’t worry, mummy told me that girls can do two things at once”
I’m off to audition for “Outnumbered” except I’m outnumbered by girls too.