Daily Archive: March 6, 2004

Cracked me up last night: My daughter replying “Aye aye captain” and firing off a salute when I asked her to carry the popcorn bowl back to the kitchen. The kids were up at 6:30 this morning, laughing, talking, slamming doors. I called “Martin!” but they didn’t hear me over the sounds of their own voices. “Martin!” No response. Drag myself out of bed, stumble to the door, glare blearily at them. They’ve got that deer in the headlights look, you can almost hear them thinking oops. I growl, “Be quiet! It’s still really early!” and collapse back into bed....