Live from the Kitchen
So I got home from work Wednesday night and my children were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me with love notes and the news of their day. I went to my room (which is off the kitchen) to change, and listened to their chatter and gossip. Then I heard Daija (the informant) tell Tyler that Halle wasnted to ask so and so out…
NO I DON’T!
In that obnoxious, snotty, you are SOOO STOOOOPID voice that apparently comes with pre-puberty. I sighed heavily, and waited for the “why do you have to be so RUUUUUUDE?” wail from Daija, followed by the “Why are you talking about my business” roar. I’m not sure why it didn’t come, but as I reached the kitchen to break up the fight I was sure was about to happen, Halle said,
I want HIM to ask ME out.
I briefly considered using it as a launch point for a discussion about feminism and empowerment, and then decided… NOT.
So now that Halle has set her sights on one of Tyler’s (junior high) friends, I wonder what I was thinking all those years that I said I wanted a boy first, then a girl or two.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… be careful what you ask for. God has a sense of humor.