Monday, July 24, 2006


My five-year-old daughter, tonight, at the end of a long rant:
"Dad, you're just not providing me with the pleasant life I want."

Don't know what I can add to that. It is, after all, my role in life to make her miserable. Or so she tells me.

Good job, Dad!


Laura E. Goodin said...

Yowza -- yeah, it sucks to be a brilliant, healthy child with two loving parents who are gainfully employed, living in one of the most fabulous places on the planet.

Ah, well, who has any perspective when they're five? (Another danger age is 19: I was engaged to someone when I was 19, and it was a Bad Idea.)

Chard said...

Did I mention that the four adults in the room were doing all we could not to roll on the floor during all this? The soliloquy must have gone on for half an hour. It was priceless.

sueinsacca said...

When she gets to be about 10 she'll be hitting you with the genius version of, "I'm bored!" accompanied by tone and facial expression indicating that this is definitely your problem and it's your job to solve it. The only question is how she'll phrase it. Can't wait!