It was late the missus had put Michael to bed and told him only get up if you need to potty. Sitting in the living room we hear a crash. I get up and head to his room to find him standing next to his bed with a book in hand laying on the bed.
Now I'm am glad he likes books and enjoys being read to, but it is late.
I say: "What are you doing?"
Sprog: "I am picking up the book. It just fell of the shelf"
Me: "Oh did it now and I guess it just jumped right into your bed too."
Sprog: "Dad you know what I need, I need a sign on my door that says 'No Dad Allowed' so you stay out of my room"
Ooops I couldn't keep a straight face...wonder why.
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