It is not an uncommon comment. A man sees me herding my brood of girls down the street and says, "All girls? You'll need a shotgun when they get older." It's a man's comment, a bonding comment, a comment to show solidarity, sympathy, and humor. I usually fire back something like, "I plan to go shopping for a nice one when they hit high school," and everyone continues on their way.
Then the other day my three girls and I were walking to the bank. A guy was coming toward us and, when he spied the girls, we had the exact exchange written above, then we each continued on our way. A few quiet minutes passed, then Kathryn turned to me and asked, "Daddy, why are you going to shoot us when we get to high school? Is it because we're girls?"
Some of the parenting books I have read encourage parents to try to see the world through the eyes of a child. I can think of nothing less possible.
that is hysterical!
Posted by: HF | September 07, 2006 at 02:00 PM
Your stories helped me to decide you're probably a hot dad.
Posted by: katie | September 07, 2006 at 07:18 PM
Ooooh, Looky Daddy! You've got a groupie!
Posted by: Yoga Bitch | September 07, 2006 at 07:32 PM
Hey dad, This blog is simply hysterical! Despite "Yoga Bitch"'s bitchy comment - she simply needs to get a life - you really have an interesting one and a very humorous way of communicating about the most difficult work any human undertakes.
I only have one child- now a frequently non-communicative 15 year old boy. One minute they're running around naked with only a web-belt with a sword and a home-made cape, the next they're driving off in your "garage-car" convertible. Enjoy these salad days, they sure don't last even though each day must seem an eternity.
The poop story is universal, the dumb comments by passerbys and counter-staff inevitable, the relentless use of one favorite word maddening to the extreme (ours was umbrella-who knew they're were so many frigging umbrellas in the world!) - all these things written in such a tight, funny way reminds all of us parental units the real meaning of why we do/did it - pure, unadultered love.
so ignore the "yoga bitches" of the world and keep sending us off into gales of laughter as we recognize ourselves in your daily struggle.
ps. too bad about the mother's group - hope you find some real women and men out there that appreciate a good cook and a real sense of humor no matter what your sex or job is... I know my mother sure raised no fool when I found a man that would cook dinner every night and that always makes me laugh!
Posted by: Momo | September 07, 2006 at 09:43 PM
Little Kathryn is too cute!
Posted by: Blaine | September 07, 2006 at 10:25 PM
Of course I am, Katie. How astute of you to notice.
Posted by: The Dad | September 07, 2006 at 11:19 PM
I want to be a groupie too!
Posted by: Gail | October 26, 2006 at 10:11 AM