Last night, I attacked my daughter Katie.
She sometimes comes in the middle of the night to get in bed with us. And last night, I woke up in the middle of who knows what dream, thinking that some pint-sized imp was trying to climb into bed with us, and in terror, I pushed her over.
Poor Katie. She cried and cried. I said to Andrea, “It was trying to get us.” Once I figured it out, I was appalled, and hugged poor Katie until we were friends again. She was unhurt, you’ll be glad to hear.
Andrea said she was just glad I didn’t repeat my performance when I dragon-kicked the floor fan in the middle of the night.