Can't Win

It's past Andy's bedtime. Mike is on bath duty; I'm checking email. I hear squeals of delight coming from the tub. I peek my head in the bathroom.

The laughter ceases. "NO Mama! Just Daddy! Mama run away! Mama run away on the wall! Mama run away on the puter!"

I walk back to said 'puter, dejected.

Then, more cries from the tub:

"Mama! Mama come back!"