StephanieH
08-22-2007, 01:24 PM
:My daughter provided me and my wife with about 45 minutes of fun last night, so thought I’d share this because it was just too funny. As usual, it was about 9:00 and I’m sitting on the floor while my ten-year-old daughter is watching Disney on one couch and my wife’s absorbed in a Victorian Trading Co. catalog on the other couch. My daughter decided to get down on the floor with me and bored, I suspect, she removed her pony tail scrunchie, yanked my hair back, and stuck my hair into a kinda’ pony tail (I’ve got fairly long hair). Then she proudly announced, “This would work!” She went around behind me and thus it began.
With all the grace of a welder she yanked a lot of my hair back, put the pony tail thing in higher up and then said, “yeah, this works! Look mama, he could be a sporty girl.” I cast a “oh, uh-uh” look at my wife, she busted out laughing, we all started laughing, then I had to say it, “what the heck is a ‘sporty girl?” Then it became rapid fire.
“You know, a sporty girl, one of those girls who plays sports. They wear polo shirts and play tennis and golf and stuff. You could wear a short skirt and I think you’d look like a sporty girl. And you could be Randy with an 'i' instead of a 'y' (she really said that!)”.
(Wife is really laughing now and encourages this by adding, “well, he does have great legs.”)
I say, “Oh yeah, and what would I do with my new ‘sporty girl’ look?”
Daughter: “Go places.”
“I don’t think the guys in the band would like that very much, or should I go to the youth group thing at church like that?”
She quickly says, “No, don’t go to church like that. That would be bad. But you could go to Wal-M#rt.”
(Wife laughing hysterically now).
“And what would a ‘sporty girl’ be doing at Wal-M#rt?”
“Shopping. You could go shopping and everybody would just think you were a sporty girl.”
“And why would I need to be a ‘sporty girl’ shopping?”
“I don’t know, maybe you could get some guy to buy you something. Maybe a trucker who works there, and you could get a big screen tv for like half price or something.”
(Daughter continues to work on my hair and wife is laughing in tears now).
“So you want me to go to Wal-M#rt as a ‘sporty girl’ and get a date with a truck driver so I can get a discount television?”
She looked all excited, laughing too, “Yeah, that’s it! That’ll work! I’m telling you, go look in the mirror! You could totally do this!”
It continued that way until bedtime, we laughed quite a bit and went to sleep still chuckling about it. Can’t tell you how many times my wife said, “out of the mouths of babes” but it was a lot. Oh well, at least I guess my ten-year-old thinks I could pass as a “sporty girl” whatever the blazes that really is!
Take care all and God bless! :happy:
With all the grace of a welder she yanked a lot of my hair back, put the pony tail thing in higher up and then said, “yeah, this works! Look mama, he could be a sporty girl.” I cast a “oh, uh-uh” look at my wife, she busted out laughing, we all started laughing, then I had to say it, “what the heck is a ‘sporty girl?” Then it became rapid fire.
“You know, a sporty girl, one of those girls who plays sports. They wear polo shirts and play tennis and golf and stuff. You could wear a short skirt and I think you’d look like a sporty girl. And you could be Randy with an 'i' instead of a 'y' (she really said that!)”.
(Wife is really laughing now and encourages this by adding, “well, he does have great legs.”)
I say, “Oh yeah, and what would I do with my new ‘sporty girl’ look?”
Daughter: “Go places.”
“I don’t think the guys in the band would like that very much, or should I go to the youth group thing at church like that?”
She quickly says, “No, don’t go to church like that. That would be bad. But you could go to Wal-M#rt.”
(Wife laughing hysterically now).
“And what would a ‘sporty girl’ be doing at Wal-M#rt?”
“Shopping. You could go shopping and everybody would just think you were a sporty girl.”
“And why would I need to be a ‘sporty girl’ shopping?”
“I don’t know, maybe you could get some guy to buy you something. Maybe a trucker who works there, and you could get a big screen tv for like half price or something.”
(Daughter continues to work on my hair and wife is laughing in tears now).
“So you want me to go to Wal-M#rt as a ‘sporty girl’ and get a date with a truck driver so I can get a discount television?”
She looked all excited, laughing too, “Yeah, that’s it! That’ll work! I’m telling you, go look in the mirror! You could totally do this!”
It continued that way until bedtime, we laughed quite a bit and went to sleep still chuckling about it. Can’t tell you how many times my wife said, “out of the mouths of babes” but it was a lot. Oh well, at least I guess my ten-year-old thinks I could pass as a “sporty girl” whatever the blazes that really is!
Take care all and God bless! :happy: