The Thanks I Get
This last week has been especially crazy and I really felt E got lost in the shuffle. So yesterday, while M and I were out running errands, I suggested we treat her to the newest Barbie movie which came out Tuesday. She's been wanting to see it ever since she saw the trailer for it.
So follow me, please.
I suggest it.
I drive us there.
I give M the money to pay for the rental.
He gets out and rents it, and all night long all I hear is this:
"You're the BEST DADDY in the whole world! I LOVE this movie!"
Wait? What? Who's idea was this? All he did was take it off a shelf and pay for it (WITH MY MONEY) and he's the parent of the year?
In his defense, he kept telling her it was my idea but she was having no part of it. No, it was all "I love you, Daddy!"
Sheez. Some thanks, huh?
So follow me, please.
I suggest it.
I drive us there.
I give M the money to pay for the rental.
He gets out and rents it, and all night long all I hear is this:
"You're the BEST DADDY in the whole world! I LOVE this movie!"
Wait? What? Who's idea was this? All he did was take it off a shelf and pay for it (WITH MY MONEY) and he's the parent of the year?
In his defense, he kept telling her it was my idea but she was having no part of it. No, it was all "I love you, Daddy!"
Sheez. Some thanks, huh?