She, as we headed out the door, sarcastically: "Daddy, I'm hoping that we can hold off on any snow shoveling or any other kind of distraction this morning." (I swear, she sounded EXACTLY like me, down to the one of voice.)I love my family.
Then later, clearly not being able to let go of this, she said, "Why exactly were you running late this morning?"
Me: "I had to iron a shirt".
She: "Wouldn't it have been better to iron it last night?"
Me: "Yes, honey, but I was busy last night paying bills, and didn't check my shirt until this morning. Sorry we're running late, we'll still get there on time"
She: "Well, couldn't you.... oh never mind."
Quietly fuming about the delay
Me: "I think we're going to get there by 7:57. Not great, but not late"
She: "They have this middle school gathering thing on Monday. To sort of 'bring the school together'. It's kind of annoying."
Me: "Here we are, 7:56, not too bad!"
She: "We got lucky."
Who's kid is she, hunh?
The same sarcasm, the same inability to let things go.
The same need to MAKE THE POINT THAT YOU SCREWED UP AND IT'S INCONVENIENCING ME AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO IT AGAIN.
Oh yeah, un hunh, I know how to press her buttons because I INSTALLED THEM. Snap!
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Father Daughter Dialogue
On the first day back to school after a lovely and relaxing Winter Break, things were running a bit behind schedule. I had to preserve this, because it so perfectly captures how things go these days. This is from an email that Captain Sweetie sent to me about his morning with Sursels: