Oh, Lord WTF was in fine form this morning. Ever notice how so many of the greatest battles in our world's history began at dawn? Before the modern centuries when things like night vision goggles, even electric lights on a mobile scale came into use, armies would strike at first light. For either practicality or affect, it was cool.
Well, dawn served us an ass whuppin' today.
Since the time change, our children have decided that 5am is the hour of choice to rise and greet the day. Let's just say they hand the sun his morning cup of coffee when he rolls out of bed. What is worse, the 3 year-old gets up first. This a problem because he is at that age where he thinks he's as tall as his father and can fly like Superman. And when he thinks he can pour his own juice.
With his general and commander Lord WTF behind him, Samuel decided to get out the gallon, the new gallon of apple juice out and pour him a cold one. In what must have been a spectacular cascade of shimmering amber liquid, 3/4ths of the bottle dumped across a table, three chairs, a bench and a hardwood floor. Sadly, it sat there for a half hour before I made it downstairs so I could catch a shower.
"I'm sorry," was about as much as the husband could say before he flew out the door to the peace of his daily grind, a 'thank God it wasn't me' look covering his face.
Yeah, apple juice. A true Weapon of Mass Destruction.
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