2 to 1. They just had lunch, begin to profess exhaustion through grunts and lightening-speed protests. I wait it out, 13 minutes to nap time. Daddy always wins, I tell myself. I keep telling myself, but they resurge. What do I do. Thinking, brainstorming. Don’t have time for either. Just get them upstairs, don’t engage them, allow them to engage you… let them ware themselves to a pillow. Them, them, THEM…..
Daddy’s out numbered…
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