Me: “Well, after a long day of hard work restoring my laptop, at least I can maybe be productive for the last hour of the workday.”
(phone rings)
Me: “Hello?”
Phone: “Hi, this is the school. Little Miss Thing and five of her friends stayed after for Girl Scouts, but there is no Girl Scouts meeting tonight. Can you please come get her?”
Me: …
Tonight was Little Miss Thing’s very first Girl Scout bridging ceremony!
When it was her turn to cross the bridge and she was asked to tell the assembled crowd what she liked most about Girl Scouts, without hesitation she said, “Eating the snacks.”
That’s my girl.
You know, you have a kid and, sure, it’s cool and circle of life blah blah. But they’re so much work, you know, with the feeding — EVERY DAY — and diapers and the sleepless nights and the scraped knees and, oh, let’s say… surprise heart surgery. And, sure, they look like you and that’s flattering, I guess, with the propagating of your genes and all. And sometimes they smile at you or do well in school and get awards and it’s nice. Yay. But then one day when they’re almost fifteen they disappear for an hour and then show up with hand made and delicious Thin Mint ice cream that they made entirely by themselves with real Thin Mints and they give you some before you even ask and suddenly it’s all been worth it.
Very Vocal Viking 