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.
3 Comments:
My name is Rileigh and my Daddy taught me to curse like a sailor.
This could be the way she introduces herself to her kindergarten class, your boss, and strangers on the street.
She is so cute.
She's adorable.. thanks for adding some life to your medical school experience. What about a post-medical school rant though? Would like to see an update :-).
I also have a blog, even though I don't think it is of any interest for you at all other people might benefit from it. Get Into Medical School.
Thanks for sharing have a great week..
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