Hubs and I are tired. We have just come home from a Panthers game with Munch. Munch loves the hockey experience and comes home in a good mood. She hops into bed without protest and I finish reading a Maisy book to her. Before I step out of her room to make way for Hubs to read to her, she instructs me to inform Hubs that he is not to put his elbows on her pillow. I am amused by this edict but nevertheless assure her of my duty to remind Hubs about the no-elbows rule. Hubs walks in and before he can even sit on Munch's bed she boldly tells him that he is in no way to lay his elbow on her pillow. Hubs looks at her defiantly, walks over to the head of her bed, bends his arms upright and drops his elbows dramatically on her pillow like a showy pro wrestler does to his disabled opponent. You see, Hubs thought he was being funny with his one-and-only child. What he got was merciless sobbing followed by a flowing river of tears from dear daughter. In an effort to make amends, shocked Hubs asks Munch why he is not to lay his elbow on her pillow. Her response---her purple pillow is very fluffy and soft and when Daddy puts his elbow on it the pillow becomes hard. There. You got it, Daddy? No elbows on the pillow. Ever.
