Tonight Libby was saying her prayers. Derek was kneeling over her bed. She said, "We are thankful we could go to the gymee (aka gym)." Then she stopped, opened her eyes and said, "You didn't go to the gymee daddy!" with this accusatory tone. Oh my. I am raising a fitness nazi! In Derek's defense, he worked his regular shift, then went downtown to work scalping patrol for the Mariner's opening game (which they lost). So after 18 hours of work, I didn't even expect him to go to the gymee. Libby has higher standards :)
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