With Spring Break in full swing this week, my house is overrun with little girls.  My daughters (7 and 11yrs old) have been playing host to all the neighborhood girls this week.  Whether it’s riding bikes, putting on fashion shows, or playing SingStar on the PS2 and singing the same three songs over and over, there is much giggling and screaming in the Shannon house these days.

 My wife is a saint, dealing with all the drama and solving the occasional skirmishes.  That was until yesterday, when she had to run a few errands and let me at the mercy of these little ladies.  My girls have trouble standing up for themselves when it comes to people using their stuff.  Amy and I have talked to them several times about it, and it doesn’t seem to get through.  So, the first thing I did after Amy left was stop in the girl’s rooms and make it clear to the guests that when my girls ask them to not play with something, that they need to listen.  Then I left them to have fun.

It didn’t take long before they were all tracking me down.  I was cleaning scrapes, wiping tears, and reminding everyone to be nice to their sisters.  My favorite part is that none of them know my name.  Instead of getting “Mr. Shannon” as I expected, it was “Gillian’s Dad”.  Gillian’s Dad, I hurt my knee… Gillian’s Dad, they’re being mean to me… Gillian’s Dad, can I have a snack?  Very cute.  It made me chuckle every time.

I bought my wife flowers.

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