Yesterday I picked up my youngest Daughter at my brothers house where his wife had kindly taken her in for the day so I could go to work. When we got home she was asleep so I decided to cook dinner. I made Chicken Parmesan with Ziti. The Ziti was from a box the rest I made. Well except for the sauce cheese and bread crumbs… It was good.
After We cleaned up from dinner I decided to take my family out for some ice cream. now I know the rules when we go out and get ice cream, as soon as my ice cream is sat before me I get the puppy eyes from my girls until I agree to give up my cherry. They always come prepared with the eyes and I always cave. I think I even over heard them in the back seat plotting new ways to get the crowning jewel from atop my sundae. I have kept a running tally in my mind for the past few years of whose turn it is. (Colleen, Emilie, then Erynne (the order they came into my life). Last night would have been Emilie’s turn. I say would have because there was no Cherry on my sundae… My wife got 2 and I got none…. Perhaps the waitress thought she would eliminate the need for me to hand over the tiny red piece of fruit by just giving to her to start. But I was a little upset with her presumption. My wife eventually, begrudgingly handed them over to the to sad puppies on the other side of the table. So I guess all is well.
But I have to know. To all you fathers out there. Do you ever get to eat the cherry again?
Later,
Billy
i’m very impressed with how well your daughters have you trained; it will come in very handy later in life. They’re a little young yet to give the $20-slouch or the “you don’t really want to be responsible for my mope”-posture, but there’s plenty of time for that.
The scheming you thought you perceived in the back seat? Oh yeah, they’re on to you big guy.
Remember this: you’ll never need to work for their love, it comes natural to them (girls); you will have to nurture their respect.
By: outnumberedby5 on April 12, 2008
at 7:34 pm