You gotta commit

As you all know by this point I am a SAHD for a three year old girl and a five month old boy. Taking care of the litlle guy isn't too much trouble considering he can't move yet and pretty much just wants to eat and sleep. But keeping my three year old occupied is a whole different story, and the television can only be on for so long before I start feeling like the worst parent ever, so I've discovered you just gotta commit. And yesterday I just truly gave myself over to her and completely committed, which turned out to be a great time for the both of us. Alright it was a better time for her, but I had fun too! So after a healthy dose of spongebob we decided to play doggy...surprise surprise with me playing the role of doggy and she as the master. After your basic run through of barking, panting, and sniffing, she opted for a healthy game of fetch. So she grabbed one of her numerous other stuffed doggies, of course it had to be an old nasty little one from some forgotten McDonald's happy meal, and began hurling it across the room. And of course doggy daddy had to go fetch it. And as I scampered across the floor on all fours and proceeded to pick up nasty little doggy with my hand I was immediately reprimanded by my little master..."daddy, you know doggies don't have hands!" And then and there I decided what the hell, you gotta commit. So needless to say we spent the next hour or so with little master tossing little doggy and big daddy doggy fetching and retrieving that nasty little thing in my mouth. And she was cracking up and loving every minute of it...which I guess makes it all worthwhile!