I have a theory that Offspring #2 was brought into my world purely to test me. If it's not her asthma, it's her pushing my buttons until I could scream. But she also makes me laugh like a loon which is probably lucky for both of us. Today's efforts were extra funny - especially when you consider that I hadn't seen her since yesterday morning when I left for work - she was fast asleep by the time I got home last night, was gone before she woke up today and I saw her for all of two hours this evening.
Her: Don't you get sick of having to share a bedroom with Dad?
Me: Um... no not really.
Her: Really??? I would think you'd get sick of having to share a bed and listen to him snore and fart. (yeah, she's a total charmer!!)
Me: (choking back laughter) No, it's fine.
Her: Well, if you ever do get sick of it, or... you know he farts so bad you think you might die... you can come sleep in my room if you want. I'll wriggle over so you can sleep in my bed. I won't mind. And I won't fart.
Her: Mum? Who's your best friend?
Her: No. Really.
Me: Yes, really. Daddy's my best friend.
Her: Yuk! No-one has a boy best friend!! I'll be your best friend instead.