I Know I'm Not Pretty, But Sheesh.

Tonight, BG was pretty tired from the day and being pretty crabby. After her bath, she screamed for her mommy and told me to go away.

Then, she wanted her mommy to read her stories, not me. So I went away. My wife read her several stories and then told her it was time for bed. BG asked for me.

So I went in, and BG was curled up, facing the wall. I sat down and asked her if she wanted me to lay with her, or if she wanted me to read her stories.

"I want you to read me stories. Five of them."

I got some books and sat down beside her, "Why don't you roll over, so you can see the pictures?"

"Because I don't want to see your ugly face."

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.