We know our husbands view things somewhat differently than we do but with fairy tales?
My husband put our daughter to bed the other night. She begged him for a story.
He sighed, frustrated, pointing out that the night before he had read her a fairy tale and the whole time she kept asking the ubiquitious "why". Why? Why? Why?
My husband who always swore no would mean no in our house, caved.
Of course he decided that he would shorten Goldilocks so that he could hopefully get her to bed quicker so he could resume watching Dirty Jobs.
Apparently Goldilocks sat on a chair, then laid in a bed, then saw a bear and ran home.
I heard all this as I sat with the baby in the nursery, rolling my eyes and shaking my head. I think my eyes are still stuck in the top of my head.
My daughter, content with her dad's story immediately snuggled under the covers and asked for night-night kisses.
As he left the room, I commented on how there was no way she was going to accept that as a bedtime story. No way. I told Bob to give her two minutes before she was begging for another story.
Not another peep was heard.
My husband was pretty proud of himself.
I cried foul. I felt that our daughter was cheated. What kind of story was that, I ask?
Needless to say, the only opinion that mattered was Emily's. It seemed she thought it was a perfectly acceptable tale.
Her dad is still smiling about that one. Maybe because I was wrong.
How does he get off so easy?
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