Let The Boys Fall Where They May

The other night after his bath, Little Brother was adamant that he wanted Dad-E (and only Dad-E) to dry him off and put on his jammies.

Trouble was that I was downstairs while Big Brother was practicing the piano.

I'll admit to hearing screams from upstairs, but this happens so often at our house that I've become a bit immune to it (and it didn't sound like one of those GET THERE NOW kind of screams.)

And so about 15 minutes later, I came upstairs with Big Brother to find this at the top of the stairs.

Apparently he wasn't kidding when he said he was tired and he wasn't kidding when he said he only wanted Dad-E to get him ready for bed.

How pathetically cute.

See you on Fatherhood Friday.

Get some sleep (when & where you can),

Busy-Dad-E