"Fassbinder!!! FASSBINDERRRRRR!!!!..." she screamed! At least that's what it sounded like. I don't think a 2 year old knows, as close as she lives to the German border, the filmmaker Ranier Werner Fassbinder. I was half asleep when it happened and apparently she was just screaming, "DADDYYYY". It's normal for a small child to have a nightmare on occasion or to just wake up and need reassurance. This time was strange and startling because the voice sounded more distant and when I went into the room the person behind the voice was not there.
I followed the voice downstairs and gasped when I discovered the door to the basement was wide open. I switched on the light and there was Tia Simone at the bottom of the stairs just standing there and wailing. My heart left my body before I saw her standing there as I thought of her at the bottom of the stairs NOT standing, but on the floor, or stuck, or fighting with one of the intruding cats that linger in every so often through the cat door.
Thank god she was just standing there. I took her up and put her in bed again. Then a couple of hours later she came running into our room. I think it's time to move the bed around again.
Here I am prepared to co-sign a lease for girls aged 2 and 5 while my wife, if she had the choice, would prolong their childhood indefinitely. Oh wait..you need money and good credit to co-sign. Better wait a while girls.
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