This might just be my third post of the day. Oops.
Tonight, I needed some time where I was an individual. Right now that means that you are not attached to me, Penny is not in my face, etc. So I took a hot bath and read with (not even) a half a glass of wine.
Luckily, I could hear you and your dad downstairs. He was having quite the conversation with you. About the Minnesota Timberwolves, telling you not to give up on them even though they lose a lot. About social security, which made me laugh. Then he was singing country music to you. You would squeal and talk back sometimes. When I finished and came out, he was still singing with you and you had the hugest grin on your face.
It made my night to just listen to the two of you.