Monday, February 8, 2010
Daddy-Daughter Dance
This year was the fifth year that MiniMe was escorted to the Junior League's annual fundraiser - the Daddy Daughter Ball. The lead-in to Valentine's Day just wouldn't be the same in her little world without a chance to get dressed up, wear a little make-up (minimal amount of make-up, not hooker in training spackle) and spend the evening dancing with her friends, her dad and enjoying the ice cream sundae bar.
The mommies don't go. We get a free night off!
Tonight I was catching up with MiniMe on how the dance went, trying to get all the details. She was barely paying attention to me because she was very busy reading a magazine - one of those Tiger Beat-style magazines that are really nothing more than silly quizzes (Is your style more Hannah Montana or a Taylor Swift?) and lots of pictures of young movie and music stars.
Of course, at this time, you can't find one of those magazines on the rack without Taylor Lautner (Jacob from Twilight) plastered all over it. This particular magazine I noticed had him on the cover with a headline that read "Is Taylor Boyfriend Material?"
So to get her attention I ask "What do you think? Is Taylor Lautner boyfriend material?"
What?!?
"Your magazine. On the cover it asks Is Taylor Lautner boyfriend material? What do you think."
No, not for me.
"Why, is he too old for you?"
No, I mean even if we were the same age I wouldn't want him for a boyfriend."
"Why not?"
Because I loooooovvvveee Justin Bieber!
"Oh, he's that new singer, right? The one with the hair? (see above)"
Yes, I loooovveee his hair!
Then she says, and I quote . . ."I'd bake cookies on Justin Beiber, he's so hot!"
Nothing for me to say or do but laugh and be thankful she won't be running across this Bieber-Boy-With-The-Fancy-Hair anytime soon.
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3 comments:
Oh, I think that there is a reason God did not give me a girl even though I prayed and prayed for one. She is going to give you a run for your money. Yikes!
I am soooo glad I never had a girl! Two man cubs were enough for me.And I remember what a PITA I was to my mother.
Boys, girls, same shit, different sex. Or maybe it should be different shit, different sex, oh well, it's all shit.
If you change your mind and want to just "borrow" a sassy girl for a while, she travels well . . .
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