The Little Drummer Boy

On Christmas Day after Cooper woke up, he climbed in bed with me and snuggled up.  While enjoying the moment, I heard Dave turn on the water in the shower.

“Daddy shower,” Cooper informs me.

“That’s right, Daddy is showering,” I confirm.

A few minutes later I hear Dave get out of the shower and start brushing his teeth.

“Daddy brush teeth.”

“Yes, Daddy is brushing his teeth.”

Then we hear the familiar sound of finger nail clippers, and both know that Dave is trimming his toe nails.

“Daddy fix feet!”

“That’s right!  Daddy is trimming his toe nails,” I say.

A few minutes later I hear Dave rip a huge fart.   Pfffft-pffft -pffft-pffft!

“Daddy beat on drum!”