Yesterday morning, as my daughter called to me from her room in a hoarse voice made coarser by a restless night and a stubborn cold, I hurried to her room before she might also rouse her still sleeping brother.
As I was about to open the door, her voice, resembling something straight out of Goodfellas, remarked:
"And you.....all that hummin' for nuthin'!"
As confused as I was curious, I slowly opened the door to find the object of her scorn: the cool mist vaporizer, which had done little to alleviate her sore throat and relentless cough.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago