Whenever dear husband comes home and I’m banging away at my computer, he sits patiently in the pink papasan chair, rescued from my former pink bedroom. However, Zoe *ALWAYS* insists that she sit with him, and why not?
She usually slowly works her way op on his lap, then takes a few laps right and then left before squeezing herself into any free corner.
On this particular occasion, she wasn’t too thrilled with his Wii infatuation and he clearly hadn’t given her the proper attention when he arrived home. Bad husband!
GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: My husband loves Zoe almost as much as I do. He even tucks her into bed at night with her blankie, without even being asked 
