Idle Ramblings of a Slightly Mad Man

She had a sour face.  She was upset and tired and not her usual happy and cheerful self.  It had been a rough day for her and she was not have a fun time walking through the store with her mother and I. 

My daughter was having one of those spoiled brat moments that every parent hates.  She is usually not a bad kid, in fact, she is mostly a gem when she is out in public with us.  Even at the age of seven, she is the kind of kid that people always walk up to us and tell us how well behaved she is and how pretty she is.  I really am proud to be with her when we are out and about.

But last night was different.  She was having a meltdown of the worst kind.  Her mother told her over and over to “wipe that sourpuss face off”.  A little later she she had asked me for something to buy.  I told her that due to her behavior the answer was a no.  The then looked me right in the eye and told me “But Dad, I wiped my pussy face!”

It is one of those moments where you know that you should not laugh, you know that you need to hold you demeanour, remain stone-like but I just could not.  I dropped to the floor and laughed and laughed.  My wife came over to see what was going on and I told her to tell her mom what she told me and she refused.  I had finally been able to wipe the tears from my eyes and told my wife what she had said.  She tried, bless her heart, to keep from laughing but could not. 

My wife, later, tried to blame me and my laughing for making her laugh at something so childish.  She refers to me as Bevis and Butthead all in one. 

Maybe I am.