All kinds of ridiculous

the sam and erin version of love is an open door.

Molly is graduating from Kindergarten. Graduating. From Kindergarten. That seems a little funny as it is it's only the first year of keeping your shit together in a long line of years. With that gap in your twenties when you act like a total assneck. Those were good times.

The reason I am bringing Molly's kindergarten milestone into the blog today is that my friends of the same age whose kids are close to leaving the nest are warning me of the up and coming time when my girls will turn into teens and start being embarrassed of me, and annoyed, and all around humiliated by my just existing. And lucky me, I am not worried about that at all.

I am not worried about that because my daughter - at five - is already there.

Molly is a very smart little girl. I am thinking this comes from her father's side - not directly from her father, cause he is as humiliatingly weird as me. But maybe her grandpa.

So the girls and I are shopping for a Father's Day gift and she is really putting some thought into it. I should let you know I kind of hate being in town. Or around the public. Or in traffic. So there we were driving around Vernon, when I thought it time to speed this shitshow up a bit.

I offered about three viable suggestions when she came up with flowers. Being far from a plant shop, I suggested beer. She won, we got flowers, but not before I saw her put her hand to her forehead and say, "Beer? Are you kidding me? oh my god mom, ridiculous!" Now I personally think that giving a parent the gift of inebriation is a great way to say "thanks for putting up with the 3,654 questions I shoot at you every day," but hey. Moving on.

In the flaming, ginger-burning heat of the day Molly asked me to watch Frozen with her. We retreated to the basement, and when we got to the scene where Hanz and Anna are dancing around the castle all atwitter, she turns to me all dreamy-eyed and says,

"this was totally like how you and dad got together, right?"
              "huh?"
 "the song and dancing, your first date....it was like this?"
         "oh, totally" i say. "except..."
"except what?"
          "well, I shot him in the face with a potato gun"
"WHAT?!"
       "He was wearing proper safety equipment Molly."
This was followed by a long silence, then under her breath so that she thought i would not hear.
               "you are so freaking ridiculous."

To all of you for whom this is the last day of school, now the kids are yours full time. Mwuahahaha!!


May the odds be ever in your favour.