Bard $0.75

If I were born in the 17th century, I definitely would have been a bard.

I'm just saying, this is totally one of the jobs I'm best at.

MUCH better then I am at being a Ninja.

This morning in the ongoing battle that is GettyBellerinaToDrinkburg I employed a new tactic.

I laid down next to her and recited her favorite book, The Big Jump.

Never heard of it?

That's because it is a horrific book that I think was only in print from 1981-1982 and probably sold 5 copies. One of which is at my mother's house, and Bellerina found in some pile of long forgotten books, that I assume my mother forgot to burn.

Apparently my rendition was rousing enough to distract her from her sippy cup hatred long enough to get her to drink some milk.

Mission accomplished.

(They got paid next to nothing and were basically servants to the King, but yes, I am conveniently giving the bard a daily salary of $0.75 to get rid of that damn quarter.)