The other night I jokingly posted to Twitter that I was curious if the girls would ever notice if I moved all the clocks in our house 15 minutes ahead and alluded to the Dr. Evil pink to lips pose.
I was cranky.
They were cranked up.
I may or may not have been under the influence of raging once a month hormones. Ahem.
When Miss C was little and could not yet read I’d sometimes skip over entire sections of a particularly monotonously painful to read bedtime book. (Think Hop On Pop by Dr. Seuss.)
I may or may not have told the girls a certain kids’ show just disappeared from our DVR.
Just wondering if you ever have these Dr. Evil parenting moments.
I can’t be the only one.