Rufus T. Firefly: Not that I care, but where is your husband?
Mrs. Teasdale: Why, he’s dead.
Rufus T. Firefly: I bet he’s just using that as an excuse.
Mrs. Teasdale: I was with him to the very end.
Rufus T. Firefly: No wonder he passed away.
Mrs. Teasdale: I held him in my arms and kissed him.
Rufus T. Firefly: Oh, I see, then it was murder. Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first.
Duck Soup 1933
My daughter says she doesn’t like Movember because my face is too scratchy and that girls don’t like hairy faces. I told her I don’t like girls with hairy faces either and she rolled her eyes at me.
She asks me if I ever had any girlfriends before mommy and I tell her I can’t remember that far back but am positive none of them had hairy faces either, but that some of them might have had hairy legs.
“Daddy, I am serious. I want to know.”
Girls and their Questions
I know where these questions come from. My little girl found a bunch of “old” pictures of me from college and wants to know why I had more hair and if I can get the cuts in my stomach back.
She stares at pictures of me at fraternity formals and wants to know why I am wearing a tuxedo and why I didn’t take mommy to those parties. I smile again and remind her that I didn’t know mommy then.
I blame Disney for some of these questions or maybe I should blame myself for letting her watch these shows because that is the source of some of this.
Her brother is tired of these questions and says he doesn’t want to hear about girls. All he wants to talk about are cars and the election.
Boys And Their Questions
Some of this is gender related and some of it age. Both schools are talking about the election but middle school classes have made a bigger push to incorporate it into the curriculum.
He shares with me his concerns and tells me about the things he has heard about President Obama and Governor Romney. We talk about how the presidency is important and about how it is really not just one person running the government.
There is a team of people who come along with POTUS. We need to consider that along with our choice of incumbent or candidate.
It reminds me of a conversation I had with my father when I was about the same age. President Carter was running against Ronald Reagan and school was filled with rumors about what would happen if Reagan came into office or if Carter got another four years.
“Daddy, did you like this girl? Why is she hugging you like that”
“Dad, isn’t there a movie about that hostage thing you mentioned from when you were a kid? Why is she hugging you like that? Her legs are wrapped around you?”
It is not the first time they have tag teamed me with questions. I smile and tell them to take a breath and I will answer their questions.
“Her name is Lori. I was giving her a piggy back ride and yes, there is a movie called Argo that deals with things that happened during the hostage crisis.”
They look down at the picture and back up at me. I haven’t exaggerated or made anything up. I remember the picture. I did give Lori a piggyback ride.
“She was just a friend. We had races at the fraternity. Lori and I took on a few other people”
My daughter looks at me and says, “you didn’t shave in that photo. Maybe if you had she would have been a girlfriend.”
I can’t help but laugh, she is cute.
Words About Writing
I am supposed to be the featured writer at another site tomorrow. As part of that I turned in a post about writing that is supposed to share some of my thoughts about writing.
It is not as eloquent as I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be distilled wisdom from Twenty-Five Links That Will Make You A Better Writer/Blogger but think I might have fallen short.
I need to go back to Building a Future and some of the other stories and weave them together.
If you asked me to share a post I am proud of I might suggest you read Blogging Every Day Is Easy- The Class Of â€™69 Speaks. I like that one. It was fun and it flowed freely from my fingertips.
Bed time calls to me
This was part of Just Write #60. It has become a post I look forward to writing each week.