I am so ashamed.

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.

5 thoughts on “I am so ashamed.

  1. Ted says:

    Perhaps your ‘coon experience induced a crazy dream which unfortunately for her, Katie interrupted. Now that’s bad Karma!

  2. Anonymous says:

    I recall a certain midnight, mid-continental attack I waged on a hapless high school driver. From out of a dozing dream, I grabbed the wheel and we went careening onto the shoulder. I felt bad and glad we survived to laugh about it. Give Katie a hug from Mrs. Henderson

  3. Ah yes… I believe it was Missouri, or possibly Kansas. We all nearly died then. A strange night. It’s somewhat bracing to spend a boring two hours counting semis and listening to Pink Floyd, and then, suddenly, to almost die.

  4. Anonymous says:

    I think this violent episode is just a symptom of a deeper problem. Perhaps Katie should go live with relatives for a while until you can come to terms with your deep rooted resentment of her.

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