Last night, Ciera informed me how much she wants to take a year off after High School before she goes to Juliard to travel Europe with her friend Vanessa. Mind you, she's 10 years old and more than likely will want to study art in Italy by this time next week, but that's really not pertinent to this story.As she's telling me about how they are going to stay in Paris for a month and go see Big Ben in London, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to stop this from happening sometime over the next 8 years. Meanwhile, Rakes is sitting next to me and playing his Nintendo DS, seemingly oblivious to everything going on around him.
About the time Ciera gets to the point in her plan where she's dating some dude named Giseppe and thinking about enrolling in the University of Florence or something I'm doing a long, slow burn and thinking about asking God why he decided to give a guy with overprotective tendacies and OCD a daughter.
It's at this point Rakes provides a dose of reality.
Getting up off the couch, never taking his eyes off his game, he utters the following:
"I want to have a camp out in the backyard."
Life really should come with a pause button.
7 comments:
Ciera's plan sounds like the plot of Taken with Liam Neeson.
Rakes' reaction sounds like normal little brother deflating of big sister!
Ciera wants to travel the world....Rakes wants to camp out in the wild...
Different takes on the same theme...go and see what's out there.
Your task is this: convincing Ciera that Rakes' idea is just as exciting/thrilling/valid as hers. So why should she want to leave and go to Europe when she can enjoy the backyard?
Good luck with that!
John and Matt,
Can't I just pretend she's 5 and ignore all the other stuff?
I camped out in the living room last night with my 2 & 5 yr old. Built a fort, 8 years will go fast, and the next thing you know, they'll be talking to you about this stuff in real time. Good post!
Bogstiny, thanks for commenting. Always nice to see a new face around the blog.
Nothing like building a fort in the living room!
Im convinced. Rakes is my Brother.
No way around it pops.
Rich, you, Rakes, and Trot as my sons would most likely send me over the edge of insanity I'm currently teetering on. Can't wait to finally meet you in May.
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