This house smells funky. Perhaps it is the smell of sickness lingering from when my Daddy suffered his bout of what Mommy refers to as “The Mexican Plague.” Daddies are not fun to cuddle when they aren’t feeling well. Daddies get angry because you want attention, and don’t understand your cries for love and affection, and put you in “Time Out,” because they don’t know how to deal with you and your temper tantrums. Thankfully there are Mommies to take care of the Daddies, who act more like little crying babies than Daddies when they aren’t feeling well, because I apparently suck at such selfless acts of nurturing.
