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When I'm laying in bed at night, flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling, I like to sneeze without covering my mouth. As the fine mist of air-cooled snot slowly falls on my face, upper body and arms, I like to think that THIS is what those sparkly Twilight vampires must feel like.
Apr. 21st, 2012
How far is too far?
Apr. 21st, 2012 09:34 pmBeen seeing lots of friends post pictures of their kids getting all dressed-up for Homecoming... they all look so grown-up! How did they all get so adult so fast???
Too fast.
It won't be TOO long till Molly is the one in those pictures, looking like some semi-familliar stranger that reminds me of my little girl. They grow up so fast, and pretty soon Molly won't be so concerned about playing Got-Your-Nose with Daddy any more. Eventually she'll move on to her own life, her own family, her own excuses for why she can't come visit this weekend.
But I have a plan to make my time with her last just a *little bit longer*.
When she comes down those stairs in her fancy dress, when that awkward teenage boy in an ill-fitting rented tux stops trying to make small talk with me and instead stops to notice just how beautiful my daughter is as she comes down those stairs, I will lean in close and whisper in his ear (with a smile):
"I used to wipe her butt."
And then back to regular speaking volume "Well hey kids don't let us keep you, you've got a long night ahead of you don't do anything I wouldn't do ha ha have a great time!!!"
Too fast.
It won't be TOO long till Molly is the one in those pictures, looking like some semi-familliar stranger that reminds me of my little girl. They grow up so fast, and pretty soon Molly won't be so concerned about playing Got-Your-Nose with Daddy any more. Eventually she'll move on to her own life, her own family, her own excuses for why she can't come visit this weekend.
But I have a plan to make my time with her last just a *little bit longer*.
When she comes down those stairs in her fancy dress, when that awkward teenage boy in an ill-fitting rented tux stops trying to make small talk with me and instead stops to notice just how beautiful my daughter is as she comes down those stairs, I will lean in close and whisper in his ear (with a smile):
"I used to wipe her butt."
And then back to regular speaking volume "Well hey kids don't let us keep you, you've got a long night ahead of you don't do anything I wouldn't do ha ha have a great time!!!"