I woke at 3:45 AM to use the restroom and do a sinus flush. The girls were very eager for something special to happen while I was in the kitchen.

When I returned to the guest bedroom, I noticed two puddles on the floor. Both girls knew that I was upset and skedaddled under the bed.

After mopping up their mess, which is unusual, I returned the bed. They eagerly hopped up on the other bed, ready to pounce over under this bed.

However, I refused.

Oh my gosh!

They each alternated between throwing a fit, crying like a hurt baby, and barking at me with aggravation. They tried every angle, and maneuver to try and get into this bed. It was rather kind of comical.

Finally, they settled down after about 20 minutes of trying every way they could to get over here, and crying, and are now snuggled together, fast asleep.

Now, as my penance for being a bad puppy daddy, the only thing I can find to watch on TV is a PBS documentary on older Amish children wanting to leave their homes.