Ever since birth, the ladybug has had her father wrapped around her little finger. It also does not help that she is the first granddaughter on my side. Let’s show some evidence, shall we?
On the day of her birth, Mr. Houseful sat with her in the recliner and just slept. No plastic baby cube for her!
It’s inevitable that this guy is going to FAWN all over me.
Yep, he loves her. Which leads me to the happenings of today.
After dinner, Mr. Houseful and I decided to take a nap. During our nap, the ladybug decided to handle some serious bathroom business. Now, for those of you who don’t know, there is a routine that she and her father have during these meetings of her and the bathroom. She sits, he sings, she finishes, and he helps her clean. She’s tried to get me to sing, but I don’t bite. First of all, my voice sounds horrendous in the bathroom, and second, well, she’ll trick you into singing every rendition of happy birthday if you let her.
There are three distinct songs that are appropriate bathroom ditties. Happy Birthday, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and I’m A Little Teapot.
This time, the song that she wanted to be sung to her was Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Well, Mr. Houseful wouldn’t wake up until she stated that she was finished. She conceded and he went to help her clean up. He thought that it was all over and that he would be able to come back to his much-desired nap. No such thing. Within seconds a very sad three-year-old came and stood looking forlorn in our bedroom door frame.
Mr. Houseful asked what was wrong. She stated that she was sad. Mr. Houseful asked why. She said because he didn’t sing. He said that he was sorry and that he would sing next time. She disappeared.
She then came back.
Mr. Houseful – What’s wrong now ladybug?
Ladybug – I’m going to tell everybody that you didn’t sing to me.
Mr. Houseful – >sigh< What song do you want me to sing?
Me – *snorting in laughter*
Ladybug – Twinkle Twinkle
Mr. Houseful – Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. how I wonder what you are…….
Mr. Houseful (turning to me) – Let me guess, you’re going to blog about this?
Me – You betcha!
So, I now know how to get what I want from Mr. Houseful. It doesn’t involve any embarrassment on my part, but just the threat to tell EVERYBODY that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
Check. And. Mate.
~ Make It A Fantastic Day!