|Anddd look who it is. Ta-da.|
to which Gianna responded, "Ohhh."
"Mo-om, we have to clean the house or it will die."
And then I died a little. I couldn't bear to tell her the truth. She actually swept up something with her Cinderella broom and put it in her tiny dustpan. This could be the start of something beautiful.
"Please tell me the story when Venom (Spiderman's nemesis) wasn't sharin' his toys, so I can go to bed."
Every single night. It's the same lately. Thanks to Daddy unloading his childhood wonder years of super hero overkill on our 3 year old GIRL for bedtime stories. Now it's Venom, every night. Oh Venom, where ever you are, if you found out about the kind of girly and ridiculous things I make you do in Davy bedtime stories I think you would like bite me or something. I'm guessing that's why your name is Venom? Maybe?
Anyway. A little bedtime song for your enjoyment. "It's Getting Real in Whole Foods Parking Lot."