Daddy's Sleeping

Today, when I got home from work, I was greeted by my child who looked like an orphan child. He opened the door and walked out into the garage with bare feet, wild hair, and a food-stained face. I gathered all my groceries and asked him to hold the door open for me (we are teaching him to be a gentleman!). As I trudged up the stairs with my load, I asked him where his daddy was. His response, "Daddy's seepeen." I laughed, and waited to hear Ricky's voice, but I heard nothing. When I got to the top of the stairs, the sight I beheld was nothing short of a complete disaster. Toys were scattered all over the living room floor, along with half-full bottle, a sippy cup, a smashed bag of snacks, dirty socks, Ricky's shoes, mail, and the couch cushions. Noah ran over to the couch, pointed to the sleeping beauty lying there and proudly said, "See? Daddy seepeen!" Ricky quickly woke up wiped the drool from his lip and said, "I'm not sleeping!"  I didn't dare ask how long he'd left our children to ransack the house. I just went about putting the groceries away as Ricky whispered to Noah to warn him when mommy gets home next time...