Pat worked late last night and when he came home I was putting Laina back to bed for the fourth time. While complaining to him about her refusal to stay put she got up AGAIN. This time I let Pat take her to the bathroom and no sooner did he return did we hear her opening her door again. Pat, clearly irritated, jumped up to stop her in her tracks. I could hear him firmly set her back in her crib and her consequential crying (was that a word?). He reappeared from her door looking frazzled and started looking around almost frantic-like,
“Where’s Pinky Pie??? WHERE’S PINKY PIE!?!” He kept asking me, with a look on his face that said “What the F— IS Pinky Pie!?!”
It was just too great. A grown man. Irritated and annoyed. Hawaiian accent. Tough and gruff. Going to a two year old girl’s room to lay down the law. And emerging shouting for Pinky Pie.