Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM)

Well, the four year old seems to be recovering from her stomach bug - calling me "cuckoo-nut-nut-head" with all the usual enthusiastic ring in her voice and taunting look in her eye this morning - so perhaps it was just the 24 hour variety after all. (Nonetheless, in order to avoid a relapse, the Missus cancelled her plans to take all the Llama-ettes to Chuck E. Fargin' Cheese today. You can imagine how well that went over.)

I'm always conflicted when one of the gels comes down with a bug, especially the eldest and youngest. On the one hand, it of course pains me to see them under the weather, sometimes feverish, sometimes aching, always unhappy. On the other hand, there's a lot to be said for something that knocks the edge off a kid and I would be lying if I denied that as I took care of the Llama-ette yesterday afternoon, a certain part of me revelled in the meek, malleable, "Yes, Daddy," I got whenever I told her to do something, instead of the usual jibes, balks and bucks.

Yes, you may go ahead and call me cold and heartless. You won't be the first.