{"id":283,"date":"2006-07-26T12:58:00","date_gmt":"2006-07-26T12:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=283"},"modified":"2006-07-26T12:58:00","modified_gmt":"2006-07-26T12:58:00","slug":"daddy-sleep-on-sofa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=283","title":{"rendered":"Daddy Sleep On Sofa"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had a 10pm meeting, and was trying to tuck Zara in before my call.<\/p>\n

I asked Daddy to ‘observe’ how I do it, so that he can tuck Zara in in future if I have night call instead of having to always depend on Tuyam. However, since Daddy always excites Zara to the extend of her being alert instead of sleepy, I told Daddy to lay low on the floor, and listen to how I handle her.<\/p>\n

While Zara was telling me what she wanted to dream about<\/a>, we started to hear some snoring. Oh well, this always happens (I mean him falling asleep while caring for Zara, but not the snoring) so I just ignored it, but Zara suddenly kept quiet and listened intently. Daddy must be very tired as he usually doesn’t snore, and it was getting louder.<\/p>\n

Zara sat up suddenly, in a frightened voice she said, “Go down stairs! Daddy go downstairs.”<\/span>
\nMe : “What happened girl?”<\/span>
\nZara : *with tembling voice* “Daddy go sleep downstairs.”<\/span>
\nMe : “Why? Zara scared?”<\/span>
\nZara : *about to cry* “Zara scared scared. Daddy snore snore. So loud.”<\/span>
\nSo I had to give Daddy a shout and<\/strike> get him to leave the room before he upset Zara further.
\nAfter Daddy left, she calmed down and went to sleep.<\/p>\n

In the morning, she remembered what happened, and she thought Daddy spent the night on the sofa.
\n“*pointed my side of the bed* Mummy sleep here”<\/span>
\n” *poited to her cot* Zara sleep here”<\/span>
\n“Daddy go down stairs sleep on the sofa.”<\/span>
\nI asked, “Why Daddy sleep on the sofa?”<\/span>
\nZara : “because<\/em> daddy snore snore like a pig until <\/em>Zara scared. Oink Oink”<\/span> (my fault, when I got Daddy to go down stairs the previous night, I told him he was snoring like a pig and frightening Zara)
\nand continued, “Daddy go downstairs, and then<\/em> no more sound. Zara no more scared.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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