And let me tell you, it was hard enough just to get that name. I showed up on December 1st, and my little girl read my story even before eating her breakfast. This is big. Seriously, that kid eats a TON of food for breakfast.
It took a while to come up with a name for me. For some reason, the kid’s parents kept asking to name me “Robin Sparkles”. Then they would just look at each other and giggle. Whatever. My kid is cute, if a little rambunctious at times.
All that running, dancing, kicking and playing leaves me tired at the end of the day; and I must confess that I enjoy my evening nightcap. You don’t think the Husband will mind, do you? It’s some good stuff…so it’s mighty hard to resist.
*Just a little note: Sprinkles makes sure that all hints of bourbon are out of her reach and off her breath before the Toddler wakes in the morning. Just sayin’.