Everybody knows that kids watch cartoons in the living room
on Saturday mornings. That’s when mom
and dad get to have coffee in bed, read the paper, and laugh at the cute things
the kids have done that week. Those are
the moments I live for. Why do I find
the whole family in my bed on some Saturday mornings? Even the dogs appear and put their greedy
little paws on the mattress, just waiting for a weak moment when one kid might
invite them up on the bed.
My newspapers get squashed and my coffee cup gets
bumped. Our TV gets turned on so
everybody can watch cartoons. (Our
black-and-white TV must show better cartoons than the family color TV in the
living room.)
If I dare forfeit my place to go for more coffee, it’s
occupied when I return, without even an offer to share a pillow.
Ah, parenthood!
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