Sometimes I do…
April 1, 2008 by soozadoo
The girl is having a melt down. Caused by the fact that her father won’t let her play with her new lunchbox, he just bought for her.
Dad - ‘It’s for kindy.’
Girl - ‘I hate you’
She storms off sobbing. As is the only logical response to the denial of a lunch box.
Dad - ‘Well I love you, and I just got you a new lunchbox. Don’t say mean things to Daddy.’
Slightly repentant she returns to cuddle his legs and say, ‘Sorry Daddy, I love you.’
Dad -’ See, you don’t hate Daddy.’
Girl - ‘Oh yes, sometimes I do. Sometimes I do hate you Daddy.’
It’s like a flash-forward to her teenage years.
Marvelous shot - brows beetled together, mouth open prepared to shriek. Children that age are a fundamental force of nature, like hurricanes and lightening.
What is it with lunch boxes. She tried to con me into buying one in Target with “Beeuuutiful Princesses” on it. She even stuffed her blankie in it, put it over her arm, and kept walking. Luckily she was distracted when Joe found backpacks with in-line skates in them. Glad I checked inside before I put the lunch box back or we would still be looking for the blankie.
No worries Grandma - the blankie would be safe inside “Exhibit A” on the judge’s desk!