Unless you're talking to my daughter today. Let me explain.
Current nonsense of Lian's death, my arm removal and evil turning is a vicious rumor perpetrated by the Church of Blood in an attempt...well, I don't know what they are doing actually. Shortpants is looking into it, cuz that's what he does. But I digress. (Shortpants is Nightwing/Joking Batman for those of you out of the loop).
Today Lian comes back from school angry with me. My first thought? 'Now what've I not done?' *coughs in embarassment* I, er, forgot to sign her permission slip to go on a field trip. ::wince::
Hey! I was saving the people from some whacko Cadmus escapee yesterday and forgot, okay?
So...no zoo trip for her. She had to spend the entire day in another class, apparently bored out of her skull (God forbid they let her read a book or something...maybe CALL ME to get a verbal okay on the trip?) She comes stomping home, righteously peeved...she still hasn't said anything other than "Today I hate you, Daddy".
I'm man enough to admit it. She's getting ice cream for dinner. With syrup. And M & Ms...and sprinkles.
So *coughs again in embarassment* yeah. Not getting the "Father of the Year" ribbon this month. ::sigh:: Whoever said parenting is easy needs to be placed in a cage with rabid wolves, bears, lions and tigers oh my. Or just my daughter when she's peeved. Apparently some of Chesh's genetics came through in more than just the looks department. Yeesh.
RH
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