Monday, April 19, 2010
I wanted to make a pit stop at the grocery store but, as is common among those in my age group, I forgot. I remembered just as I passed the road that that led to the store. " $%#&*@!" I mumbled under my breath (or so I thought)
Rileigh: What, dad?
Me: Nothing honey.
Rileigh: What wrong daddy?
Me: Nothing's wrong baby.
Rileigh: Oh. [pause] Then why you say that: sonofabitch?
Me: Uh, what?
Rileigh: You say sonofabitch.
Me: [removing one hand from the wheel to slap self in forehead] Oh, I forgot to turn back there so we can go to the food store.
Rileigh: [in her patronizing, conciliatory tone- that sounds remarkably like what you would hear when someone is talking to a 5 year old who has just spilled his milk] It's okay daddy, we can go an "utter" way.
Me: Yes honey, we sure can go another way.
Rileigh: [giggling now] You're silly, daddy!
Yes, indeed I am silly.