Being Spied on by my Daughter
Sugar, spice, and everything nice is
sent to find out if Daddy is playing a video game
This morning my daughter spied on me. I wanted
some time to reflect and write so I told Jenny I wanted some Quiet Time. It's
usually associated with drinking coffee, reading the bible, journaling, praying
and doesn't include Snood. Snood is the new game I stole from my mother in laws
computer yesterday. It's the dumbest thing in the world, a cannon shoots shapes
at a ceiling of other shapes that fall to the ground, sort of reverse Tetris.
But I'm sort of hooked now which is why when Lily walked by and saw me playing I
just casually mentioned to not really let Jenny know that my Quiet Time was
spent in the digital world of snood, and not the hallowed halls fo scripture.
Sin of omission, not commission.
Of
course Lily told her right away. Sin of tattling, which I'm sure really annoys
my Heavenly father. (Almost as much as playing Snood during Quiet Time. I was
actually telling him, "only one more game".
So I hear this clunk, clunk, clunking
of my daughters feet on the stairs and then the door handle turns, but not
enough to open the door, and I hear this sweet (you can't believe how sweet my
daughter sounds) voice sing out, "What you doing Daddy!".
Unbelievable! My wife sent my
daughter to spy on me!
Which makes me
think about this little spy, dressed as a princess, wearing a tutu and princess
slippers. She so owns me, well sort of. I told her I was reading a book, which
was true in the technical sense, because I had switched to the book as soon as I
heard Lily tattle on me. Anyway, my little investigator looked until she saw
the book, gave me a kiss and started downstairs again.
By the way she's the cutest spy in the
world.
Posted: Fri - December
31, 2004 at 09:18 AM