|Small Fry in the tub, July 2008|
So I went upstairs to chase down the now-naked Fries and Hubby went up to change clothes before heading to the store.
He was beset upon by three squealing, giggling, naked girls.
Hubby screamed like a girl and ran into our bedroom.
They gave chase.
Not only did they chase, they darn near tackled him on the bed.
I wished I had thought to bring the camera up with me, or my tablet, or something, because they giggled and shrieked and shouted "I'm gonna get you, Daddy!"
Hubby started patting heinies amid more squeals.
He covered his face with his hands when Small Fry started waving and wiggling her rear at him, and Large stood on the bed and bent in half, looking back at Hubby from between her legs and giggling.
Small Fry shrieked, "Tell Gwamma about dis, Mama!"
Before Hubby could die of embarrassment, I shooed the girls down the hall. As I followed them, I grinned at Hubby and did my best to channel Inigo Montoya. "There will be blogging tonight!"