Liar, liar

“Eirinn, it’s bed time.  You have to go to sleep.”

“I am asleep.”

“No, you’re not.  You’re talking.”

“Yes, I am asleep.”

“Eirinn, you can’t sleep and talk at the same time.”

“Yes, I can.”

“No, you can’t and you’re starting to make Mommy upset.  Now, stop talking, close your eyes, and try to go to sleep.”

“It’s ok, Mommy.  You’re so happy.”

“No, I’m not so happy.  I’ll be happy when you go to sleep.”

“I am.  See?” as she points to her shut eyes.

And then my head explodes.  And the gases from my head-explosion set off an actual explosion when combined with the flames from Eirinn’s pants.


One thought on “Liar, liar

Talk to me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s