Yesterday at her ballet recital, I threatened to stand on my seat and cheer to embarrass MOG. She said, “Number 1, you’re heavy and will break the chair. Number 2, they would be looking at you, not me.”
Huh.
I love my little smart-ass.
Yesterday at her ballet recital, I threatened to stand on my seat and cheer to embarrass MOG. She said, “Number 1, you’re heavy and will break the chair. Number 2, they would be looking at you, not me.”
Huh.
I love my little smart-ass.
My Oldest Girl says she doesn’t like the “grey ones” in my hair because it makes me “look like a grandpa.” Thanks, kiddo. You’re short and your mom dresses you funny.
So… I took MOG to chess club at the library tonight. She learned a lot but mainly giggled with a new girl friend she met. I, however, almost lost at chess to a 10 year old boy. He had me on the ropes but I suckered him into taking my rook while I snuck a checkmate at the other end of the board. I haven’t played in 20 years, so maybe I’ll try to brush up before I take on a re-match… or… shudder… an adult.