This morning while I was in the shower, I thought that I heard other noises in the house. Keep in mind, it was about 5:45AM. I dismissed it, no one else could be up. Right?

While I was brushing my teeth, I heard more noise. Huh?

I didn’t think too much about because I have a head cold right now, so my ears are plugged up.

I decided to go investigate. I walked into the living room and Emily was singing along to “Confession of a Teenage Drama Queen” soundtrack on the karoke machine. Okay.

When she noticed me, she gave me a look like “Dude, what is your problem? Leave me alone, I must continue my performance for my ‘fans’.”

I quickly left the room before she gave me a smackdown.

Doodle has had better weeks:

1. Bad behavior report from school.
2. Another bad behavior report from school.
3. Sinus infection (stayed home from school today).
4. His sister wants to watch his beatdown. Maybe even participate.

Do you want me to explain the last one?

I thought so.

Yesterday, he brought home the second bad report of the week. That means its time to “talk”. Really, no beatings here.

While we were talking, I told Emily that she needed to pick up her shoes and socks by the front door. Before she left the room, she whispered in my ear – “Daddy, don’t whip him before I get back.”

A couple of minutes later, she comes back into the room and announces:

“Daddy, you can whip him now. I’m back.”

Its a good thing that she was there, I wouldn’t have known how to handle the situation.:razz:

Picture this…

At Emily’s cheerleading practice, Doodle asked a question of his mother.

She tried to answer it, but he told her – its a rehtorical question. You are not supposed to answer it.

Damn, the kid is only in first grade.

His homework will soon be too hard for me.

Real Soon.