Lying in bed with my dog... (after working from 4-7 a.m.)
"Babe?" (hubby calling from the other room)
to the dog:
I think daddy wants us to get up...
"BABE?!"... (children now yelling in the background)
yes, Kashka, I have to get up and be the mom, and you have to get up and be the dog.
still looking at me like I'm crazy...
because THAT'S our job, now move!
p.s. the song on my sidebar is dedicated to my daughter; we have been singing it all week!