Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A parent's life

As a parent, I don’t think you can help projecting things onto your child’s personality. And new evidence always upsets the image.
Breaking news: Madge hates gym class.
Or so she said this morning.
I’m working on it.
But see, you can’t help doing it either, can you? Now, to you, she’s the kind of girl who loves to read, wants to have long hair, loves all things “beautiful” (read: Barbie-esque), and hates gym.
Like I said, I’m working on it.

Dear Frustration,
It appears you and I have been set up on a blind date. What will you be wearing? I will have a crushed pansy in my hatband. I have a feeling we’ve met before, but I’m willing to give this relationship a fresh chance.
Cautiously yours,

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