Jim tonight decided to "bust" Reagan getting out of bed and turning on the light in her room. The first try was very successful. He was standing outside of her door when he heard the pitter patter of little feet. Then he saw the light go on. In that next second, he opened the door really fast and yelled "BUSTED" at the top of his lungs. That scared the crap out of Reagan. She stood there shaking and crying because he scared her so much. (so much for having a little fun).
Anyway, so I run upstairs and hand the baby over to Jim. I crawled into bed with Reagan in an attempt to calm her down. Mean daddy she'd say. I was trying so hard not to laugh because, quite frankly, it was funny. I did feel bad though. Eventually she calmed down. It took about five minutes of hard crying before she could just relax from the ordeal.
She finally looked at me and said "daddy's not a good daddy". I said "yes he is" and proceeded to tell her that Daddy was a good daddy and that he was not trying to scare her. After a while, she said "your not a good mommy". I said, "why"? She said "because you laughed too".
Ohhh my poor baby girl. So smart, so cute, so... getting bigger.
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