Squealing Like a Stuck Pig

This morning Abigail got her arm caught in the bars of her crib while climbing out. She’s OK, but it has now prompted Jessica to declare, “There shall be a new bed for our daughter, even if I have to sell my internal organs.” To which I replied, “If you sell enough organs we can buy a house.” But in short, Abigail has needed a ‘big girl’ bed for some time, I’ve just been holding out because frankly I want to have her get a bed when she gets her own money.* I think that she needs to get a job and start pulling her weight around here** So hopefully all of the parts and pieces will come together and we’ll be waking up at 6:00 AM because she walks in, not because she’s screaming cause she’s stuck.

* This conversation never really took place
*this is a lie
**not for some time
***I never used this character set in the above paragraphs
****You’re reading it anyway