Ace has met the writer of the famous In The Doghouse blog (I'm on my phone at the moment, but y'all all know who he is) probably 2-3 times. I wouldn't think that based on that limited exposure that Doghouse would be permanently imprinted on Ace's brain, but apparently Doghouse is much more memorable than I gave the man credit for, since for the past several days, Ace has been repeatedly asking me, "Where's Mr. Doghouse*?"
When he asked this question today in his father's presence, all the while looking around as though Mr. Doghouse would pop up out of nowhere, I realized that if my husband were a more insecure person, Ace's question could've caused a lot of problems. Just as I was thinking that, Drew said "I don't know; where IS he?" while looking at me with mock suspicion.
"Mr. Doghouse is at work, honey," I said, thankful that my husband isn't a crazy person.
Now I'm going to stop dreadfully procrastinating and go into WalMart to try to square away Ace's last present with Santa.
*Name changed to protect the doghouse.
1 week ago