losing the game at 6:00 a.m.

Sprout waddles in around 5:45 according to the cruel bedside clock, and shakes me awake.

"Dayee, wanna lie with you."

"Znrz? Snrfle? ... ... no, hon, there's not enough room, but I'll come lay with you in your room, mkay?"

"Okay, dayee."

I stagger to her room in the dark, feel around to fix the covers up a bit, and turn to say "Okay, you scoot over to make room for me, right?" and she's not there.

Back in the Master BR, she's leapt into the warm space left by my sorry butt and snuggled right down. I'm trying to gently cajole her back out but she's pretending (I suspect) to be sound asleep. With traces of menace in her voice, Ms.'v informs me that waking the younger 'varkling would not bode well for my longevity, generally.

Hey, look! Rainbow and cloud bedsheets! and a Bear!

_{Maybe some folks are sick of my kid stories. :shrug: At this point, it's all part of the package.}

I'm at work.

...and you folks are doing a piss poor job of amusing me.

So I had to go looking to amuse myself, in a manner that would not get me fired.

Funniest site I've found in a while. Wish I'd thought of it. (Although I can't draw that well in any case).