"The Muffled Cries For Help From a Daddy of Four Beautiful Little Girls"

Friday, October 17, 2008

Warm Hands. Cold Heart.

Walking into the mall, 7-year-old Jenna has a moment of sweetness.

"Can I hold your hand, Mommy?"

I look over at Cindy and we drink in this all-too-rare moment.

Jenny continues with the tenderness as we walk further.

"Now I can make your hand warm."

I watch Cindy just melt with maternal satisfaction. Feeling like I should capitalize on this fleeting opportunity, I hint subtely:

"Gee, MY hand's starting to feel cold. WhatEVER shall I do?"

I repeat this a few times before Jenna coldly informs me that I'm free to rub my own hands together to warm them up..."like you always do."

Whatevuh, girlfriend.


Tammy said...

Ha ha ha....poor Daddy got left out in the cold....literally.

My daughter always holds my hand when she wants something?! Go figure.

Cindy-Still His Girl said...

I think that seals the deal. I'm the favorite parent.

FabTheMayor said...

better go check my blog - you've got work to do...

Big Doofus said...

You got dissed by your own daughter? I'd ground her little behind for a week. That will teach her. :)