February 26, 2013

Caillou’s Daddy hasn’t touched me in weeks. Make that months. I don’t get it. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure how Caillou and Rosie even entered our lives. It’s like they’ve always been here. Caillou has interrupted us in bed so many times, but God knows he’s never interrupted any lovemaking. The last time he sauntered in here whining about shadows and some nonsense, Caillou’s Daddy actually got out of bed and made him hot chocolate. That child is never going to learn pr...