Oh, to have a house full of giggly teenage girls – all there at the same time. Seven – count ‘em, seven. Oh, the pleasant sounds of boy talk. The warm, cozy feelin’ ya get after the 100th time of hearin’, “That is sooo cute!” The smell of fingernail polish wafts through the air, addin’ to your already giddy feelin’ of euphoria. OOhhh what a feelin’.
Of course, if you’re any red-blooded, American, macho, sports watchin’, car-lovin’, tool-carryin’, Tim Taylor idolizin’ man, the above description is enough to send you a’packin’ to the toilet in a hurry, a’holdin’ your mouth shut in an effort to not spill any on the floor. But don’t worry, a little Brut aftershave, a few Tarzan thumps on the chest and the smell of dirty gym socks will help bring ya back to sanity.
Say, speakin’ of not spillin’ any on the floor, how many of you know a nearly ten-year-old who would get up in the middle of the night a’feelin’ sick, go into a parent’s bathroom, sit on the toilet with the runs and move the little rug near the toilet out of the way in case he/she barfs while on the seat and doesn’t want to get any on the rug ‘cause it is easier to clean vomit off the tile floor than it is to clean it out of a rug? (I can’t believe I said all of that in one sentence.) That one certainly has some of her Mammy in her, that’s fer sure.
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I take it the party was a smash then?
That's a little too considerate? Where did you pick her up at...the local Zionmart?
Yes, the party was quite well received.
Zionmart - Ha! That's a good one! Her mom and I still laugh every time we think about it and she just says, "What's so funny?" How do you explain that you find that incident humorous to a 10-year-old?
First of all, thanks for all of the great comments on my blog (MormonHusbands.blogspot.com). You always add a lot to the discussions, no matter how asinine the subject is that I have chosen.
My daughter just turned 4 and we had a "Princess Party" for her. While I cannot yet identify with a house full of teen-aged girls, I spent Saturday with six four-year-olds. At one point things were pretty under control so my six-year-old son and I started playing catch with the football. Within a few minutes, four of the princesses were playing with us. Maybe I have some hope after all....
NMH - Well, thanks for visitin' Dogpatch and for your comments.
Just remember, at four, most kids enjoy playing catch. Regardless of how she turns out, I am pretty sure her dad is going to find plenty of fun memories during the trip.
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