Betting against the Mommy

Last night, the Webmaster wound up the Munchkin right before bedtime. Baby Boy was nursing, so I had no part in the mayhem. The Webmaster then realized his error as he tried to get the Munchkin settled down for bed. Since Baby Boy then fell asleep on me, it really was his job to get her to bed.

After much struggle (and a tearful kiss goodnight to Mommy and little brother), she got her teeth brushed, a bedtime story, prayers said and tucked in by her Daddy. I was just contemplating the snuggly lump of baby that was attached to my shoulder and trying to decide whether or not he was asleep enough to put in his crib, when the Webmaster appeared out of the Munchkin’s room. I could hear her crying in the background. “Daddy, Daddy,” she sobbed mournfully, trying to get him back.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

He groaned. “She wants me to rub her back.”

“Did you?”

“I did for a little bit, but she needs to go to sleep.”

“I don’t want her waking Baby Boy up, though. Can’t you just go and rub her back for a little longer?”

He frowned. “She’s just going to try and get up! She’ll want to go potty to get out of bed.”

I snorted. I’ve called a temporary halt to the potty training because the Munchkin has been fighting it pretty hard recently. The odds that she would actually ask to use the potty? Zero. “No, she won’t,” I told him.

Huffing loudly, he headed back to her room. “Bet you five bucks that she does,” he muttered.

Twenty minutes later, I managed to get myself off the couch and laid the baby in his crib. He made nary a peep as I straightened him out and tucked him in. I then went to go check on the Munchkin, since the Webmaster hadn’t yet come back out.

They were both asleep in her bed. She was all tucked in, and he was using an extra pillow and on top of her comforter. I woke him up, readjusted her blankets, and we left her room. “Did she ask for the potty?” I wanted to know.

Slightly ashamed, he said, “No. I came in and she wanted to cuddle with me. She said, ‘Daddy, lie down.'”

I nodded. “She’s been doing that with me recently, too.”

He sighed. “She’s pretty cute, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. And you owe me five bucks, mister.”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.”

3 Responses to “Betting against the Mommy”

  1. Little Cousin's Mommy
    April 26th, 2006 08:45

    Why does the husband second-guess the Mommy? Doesn’t he know he’s always wrong? They never learn.

  2. Mormondaddy
    April 26th, 2006 17:29

    You could make some good money that way!

  3. Oddball
    April 27th, 2006 05:27

    I’m not always wrong, I’m just never right.