Fatherhood

For reference, she was on the top bunk and folded herself in half, with one arm hanging over the side rail.  I had to lift her by the armpit with one hand while holding Mumbo in the other, then lay her back down relatively gently.  I think Mumbo was of the mindset of “hey, where’s MY pettings?”  Also, worth noting that she patted my head with all the gentleness of a falling hand – lift, drop, lift, drop.  She found this absolutely hilarious when I told her about it the next morning.  Mumbo has been less determined to get in there, since then, but I know he’s just waiting for me to relax my guard.  That blinking gaze of innocence doesn’t fool me!

My shirt has a wolfman shaman chillin’ on a rock.  A white wolfman, at that, so just about the exact opposite of Mumbo.  Arwyn’s showing her support for her feline friend with her cat-face shirt.  And that’s her unicorn horn necklace dangling there, no a booger hanging out of the cat’s nose.  😛