I was being petty.

There, i said it. I’m man enough to admit my pettiness. When Action demoted me from reading her bedtime stories (see Storytime Blues: Demoted,) I was feeling a little salty. All right all right, VERY salty.  I was straight hating.

High Sodium count aside, I have to admit that the Missus receiving the title of “Chief Bedtime Story Reader” was a title that was well deserved. I tip my hat to her.

Initially, I was not happy being regulated to the Minors. I was only allowed to read Dr. Suess’ “Fox in Sox,” while the Missus got to read everything else. Now, one would think that I would be happy to not have to stay up, reading book after freaking book,  with blurry eyes caused by non-stop yawning, etc. However, it DID bother me. My ego was bruised. I thought to myself, “Hmph, I can read just as good as the Missus! What the Hell, man? This some ol’ BUULLS***!”

Yeeeah, not my finest moment.

One night, When the Missus was putting Action to bed, I heard Action say, “Mommy, read The Cat in the Hat!”  That was the book that got me demoted. I go upstairs and sit on the bed, in full “Hater Mode.” “Let’s see what’s so special about Mommy’s rendition of Cat in the Hat!” I said to myself. Then the Missus started reading and I was like

DAAAAAAMMMN!

I thought I was at a voice recording session of a Pixar movie! Every character had a different voice. The Missus went thru a range of emotions that  some thespians only wished they could achieve. I think she missed her calling as a voice Actor.

She was goooood. Really good.

I felt humbled. The Missus had  thoroughly schooled me with her Master Class on how to properly read a bedtime story. I sheepishly turned to the Missus and said, “I can see why Action wants you to read her bedtime stories” to which the Missus replied, “I wish she didn’t! I don’t want to be stuck reading all these books!” That’s when it hit me; I didn’t want to be stuck reading Action 10 books a night either! Now fully appreciating the bullet I just dodged, I quietly got on my phone and surfed the web while the Missus had the honor of fueling a young imagination. Heheheh.

You know, sometimes coming in second ain’t all that bad. Hey Honey, I think Action wants a bedtime story!