So, I'm at work close to the end of the day and my mobile
rings. It
is Nat. Elle is on Spring Break this week. I answer the phone. Nat says
"Guess what?". This is a bad sign. I can tell I'm on speaker phone on
the other end. "Elle does not want to go pick you up. She doesn't care
that she gets a new monitor." My boss made some old flat panels
available for free. Elle gets a non-whining monitor. Yay!! Well,
she
might get one, if Nat is not too upset with her.
We go back and forth on the phone for a minute. I can't even
remember Julie's name for a minute. Honestly, I block her out.
That is
another blog entry.
I ask "Why don't you want to come get me?" That is, Nat asked
because Elle wasn't paying attention.
Elle responds in a teary voice "I don't want to go pick up Kelly."
"I don't want to talk to Kelly."
Nat says "I'm just going to throw her over my shoulder." I believe
her. I could hear Elle hollering from my office.
I'm a dad. Hoe freaky. I refuse to let my five year old daughter
dominate me or my wife. Elle does not run things. I hate it when
parents let their kids run the show. Nat and I are the adults. We have
been down these roads once each, at least. Elle will have her chance to
screw up her life. Not until Nat and I have our chance to mold her in
to a strong woman. A child must be told no when it is appropriate. They
mus be encouraged when that is appropriate. The trick is to know which
to do when.
Too bad kids do not come with a manual. Then again, every book ever written about child rearing is discredited before it hits the presses. Who is the authority on raising children? I'll let you know when I figure that out.
When I get home its "Will you put my computer together?" "Will you put my computer together?" "Will you put my computer together?" "Will you put my computer together?".
Then it's "Will you hook up her monitor?"
I tried to get a video of her saying think you, but it didn't come out very good. I have no idea what I'm doing. All that cute and I can't even get a three second video to work. Some guru am I.
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