Daddy’s out numbered…

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…..

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