A Show

Sarah invited me to a show this morning. She handed me a ticket with the time and the note "Dads Only".

Arriving at the designated time - five minutes hence - I expected another puppet show. No puppets emerged. Sarah's voice from her hiding place asked me to be seated in the bottom bunk. As I proceeded, a blanket was thrown over my head, and pillows pelted me from the top bunk.

"Well, it's a show for some people," Sarah said as her peltings continued.

Sarah Opines

Sarah and I went out this morning for breakfast and some shopping. Leaving the house, she told me something like this: "This will be a good morning as long as you don't mess up your parenting."

She was joking, of course. It completely cracked me up.