My daughter has been home sick the last couple days. Today my wife went off to work, leaving me and Uncle TV to watch over Daisy. I'll admit that Uncle TV has been doing most of the heavy lifting, since I'm actually trying to get some work done.
Daisy is actually feeling much better today. Her fever is down to 98.6, and her sass is up to 100%. I could sense a return to normalcy when she started hounding me in the kitchen about a small hole in my jeans, in the derriere area (say that 5 times fast). Amazingly stupidly, rather than ignoring her taunts, I chose this moment in her development to teach her one of the most important of childhood rhymes:
I see London,
I see France,
I see insert_name_here's underpants!
How long did it take me to regret this? About as long as it took her to start shrieking this rhyme as she danced around the kitchen, or, roughly, -2 seconds. I stood in the middle of this, and contemplated how I could rescue myself from this potty-mouthed poetic predicament. Inspiration struck after a minute or so.
"Daisy!" I exclaimed, "I can see your epidermis!"
Hah! Stopped her right in her tracks, as she nervously pawed at her pajamas.
That'll teach my wife to go to work.