musical chairs

Hands down, without a doubt, I'm A's favorite person in the whole wide world. While it's nice to hold the #1 spot, there are some times when it gets a little old. Like at bedtime, when John tries to do something crazy like take the girls up to get ready for bed. Usually there's a lot of screaming and crying...and the pathetic pleas of "Moooooommmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy!" yelled from the balcony overlooking the family room.

Last night, John gave the girls baths as I put away some laundry. A came running into her room as I finshed putting her stuff away, so I helped her get in her PJs. Since E can dress herself, John came in and plopped down on A's glider to chat before I started the stories and singing portion of the routine. Almost immediately, A started yelling

"Gep up! Daddy! Gep up!"
"What's the matter, A?" John and I asked, slightly confused.
"My mommy sit dere! Gep up!"

Apparently, John sitting in the chair right before the bedtime routine was a little too close for comfort for A. Heaven forbid that John actually read the bedtime stories...because that would be tragic.

Sigh. A mother's work is never done.