The girls LOVE when Daddy comes home at night. Because it's a guarantee that he'll roll around with them in the floor. Wrestling. Tickling. Little girls jumping from coffee tables and chairs onto Daddy-body-parts laying innocently on the floor below. Little girls who love to feel strong and tough.But sometimes, to the outside world, it may sound a little extreme. Especially from the mouth of a 5 year old. But allow me to back up a bit.
Yesterday afternoon was a doozy with Raegan. I think she's teething? And the only calming thing was to hold her. Constantly. By the time Jet got home, I was exhausted and ready to hide far, far away from any and all people under 4 feet tall.
So right after dinner, Jet took the girls and went to the grocery store.
Now whenever Jet goes anywhere with his little girls, he always gets mass media attention. I've stood far off and watched as he walks through a store. Strangers watch, smile, point, approach, and/or comment. They get a lot of attention. Last night was no exception. (*following is a story as relayed by Jet)
As Jet was making his rounds through the aisles, an older man came up to talk to the girls. Wanting to make a connection, the man said "Do you guys like to count?" He got a very feeble 'yes.'
Though I know the girls have gotten used to random people engaging them in conversation, there are times where I can see that look in their eye, as they quickly glance at me. A silent "Mom, do we have to talk to this guy!?"
But this guy obviously didn't catch that look. Or the lack of their enthusiasm. He plowed ahead in his quest to make the girls smile. "Well, I bet you can't count like this!" A sudden and loud rush of auctioneer number-calling flew from his mouth.
Silence. Blank expressions. Confused stares.
And yet. On his continues. (You gotta give this guy credit. He's persistent)
"I don't have any girls. I only had boys. Can I take one of you home with me?"
In the spirit of silent and blank stares, Charis just sat there. Studying this guy and thinking. Until finally she speaks, baffling Jet and silencing the man. "My Daddy plays rough with me."
Jet just stood there, mouth hanging open. Wondering how this guy would interpret that little bit of information and praying Social Services wasn't around...
Knowing my daughter like I do, I think THIS was her train of thought. "You are an old man. One that obviously needs to learn to count. I don't have time to teach you. I like to play. Rough. You probably couldn't handle it being that you're so old. But my daddy can. He loves to. And I love him for it. How do I break this to you easy?"
Too bad she just cut straight to the punch. Or was it? I'm thinking the conversation ended there. :) And I'm sure THAT got a smile from the girls.
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THAT made me laugh out loud. If only we could follow their train of thought sometimes!
I love that story!! Your girls are adorable for sure.
Thats pretty good! Its a good thing that man wasn't a pre-k teacher, or you may have gotten a different kind of answer. Kids can be so funny! My dh once told his teacher that his parents drink and drive "all the time". Of course...he thought they meant drink anything...I am glad they got that straightened out!
I hope Raegan is feeling much better...and making your life easier!
David has gotten two new molars within the past week, and tonight when I was brushing his teeth, he said, "That hurts." That was it. No unexplained tears. No general grumpiness. No clinginess.
Made me realize again the difference between a 2 and 1/2 year-old teething and a 7 month-old!
But here I go again...getting ready for the whole gamut of infant teething--and other times of unpleasantness!
Anyway, I'm glad you had a humorous situation to distract you from a hard day. :)
Thats cute. People are so strange sometimes, but I love how Charis handled it. And add me to the list of people that would be staring at Jet in the store. I love watching Daddy's with their children.
The clingy-ness is so hard! I hope it's a quick phase.
People ARE weird, nobody ever spoke to me at the store until I started carting around a baby. Now I can't get one shopping trip to myself. What's with that?
Isn't it amazing how men out with kids get lots of attention. When we take the kids out, not nearly the same reactions! LOL
That is sooo funny! I had something similar happen when one day I had to take one of the boys into see the doctor. I think Drew was around 6 years old, and keep in mind that he's always kind of been underweight, and even to this day at the age of thirteen you can see every rib bone he has.
That morning, it was early, and I was sure it would be kind of quick so I gave him something to tide him over until I could get him some 'real' breakfast.
Once we were in the doctor's office, the dr. asked Drew where he went to school. My child informs him that he's homeschooled. He's then asked if he likes being homeschooled..... my darling boy says "Well, I guess, my mom starves me to death."
Thanks son.
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