Guys, I don't want to alarm you, but I think you should be aware of a new "development."
I thought Hubs was taking this whole "Miss-Priss-Loves-Mommy-More" thing in stride, but it's worse than I thought.
Much, much, MUCH worse.
Friday night, we had a long awaited "Date Night," which in this town meant that we had dinner at something akin to Denny's, with all the old-folks smiling reminiscently at us young whipper-snappers, followed by a movie at a theater that's so old-school, it doesn't even have stadium seating and still contained those seats they used to make back when everyone weighed less than 160 pounds (but, surprisingly, the popcorn was top-notch, so they really need to take some responsibility for the country now weighing over 160 pounds).
During the course of our dinner, we got to chatting about the newest baby on the way and how our little family would adjust. Another perk of Navy life - Hubster gets 10 days off to hang with us, fully paid, using zero vacation time.
"I'll be spending a lot of time with Priss, since you'll be busy nursing the baby and all," he said innocently.
"Oh, yeah, you sure will! Hope she doesn't get too jealous."
"Oh, she'll be jealous all right. I'll see to that."
"Huh?"
"I'm gonna tell her that Mommy doesn't love her anymore, that she only has enough love for ONE baby and she wants to love the new baby."
".....," mouth agape in complete and total horror.
"And I'll tell her that Daddy still loves her, that he's the ONLY one that still loves her, and that I don't like the new baby, either."
Guys, this is bad. I mean, really, REALLY bad. Sure, we laughed uproariously, trying to play it off like he was "just kidding." But it was so well thought-out. So diabolically planned.
Which means we've got to immediately implement Mission: Impossible - Codename: Daddy's Girl.
Does anyone know any good brainwashing techniques? At this point, nothing is too drastic. I hear two year-olds can bounce back from anything!
