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A Limit to Sophistication
23/3/08 09:15My children are, um, sarcastic? Sophisticated? A pain in the ass? Po-mo? I dunno. Not jaded, exactly. But every now and then they exhibit surprising wells of sentimentality. In Sarcasm Girl this manifested as a demand that I forego Wiscon so that I could stay home and help her deck for her prom. "Prom? Really?" says I.
"Mom, I don't want to hear any of that I-thought-you-weren't-into-the-rites-of-high-school crap, okay? Just once, I want to be a stupid teenage girl and go to my prom, okay?"
Of course, okay.
Last night, as I was putting Avocado to bed (yes, bedtime kisses and occasionally reading are still demanded as a right) she started talking about getting up early to see what the Easter Bunny had left. She made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she was expecting to hunt for eggs. Or at least candy, since we haven't had the wherewithal to create Easter eggs this year. She got a bit worked up about it when I suggested that life was too complex this year. With the result that I didn't sleep well last night, dreaming about going to Walgreens to buy candy.
So I got up at 7, drove to the 24-hour Walgreens, bought candy, hid it around, then changed back into my nightgown and pretended to have been at home all day.
This was appreciated. I don't think the kid realizes what a pain in the ass it all was, of course. But I chose to support this little lapse in sophistication. Once again, the Easter Bunny came through (though she did put the jelly beans in plastic baggies to protect them from the ubiquitous granite dust!).
Happy Easter, for those of the Easterish persuasion, and to those, like me, for whom this is another secular fete.
"Mom, I don't want to hear any of that I-thought-you-weren't-into-the-rites-of-high-school crap, okay? Just once, I want to be a stupid teenage girl and go to my prom, okay?"
Of course, okay.
Last night, as I was putting Avocado to bed (yes, bedtime kisses and occasionally reading are still demanded as a right) she started talking about getting up early to see what the Easter Bunny had left. She made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she was expecting to hunt for eggs. Or at least candy, since we haven't had the wherewithal to create Easter eggs this year. She got a bit worked up about it when I suggested that life was too complex this year. With the result that I didn't sleep well last night, dreaming about going to Walgreens to buy candy.
So I got up at 7, drove to the 24-hour Walgreens, bought candy, hid it around, then changed back into my nightgown and pretended to have been at home all day.
This was appreciated. I don't think the kid realizes what a pain in the ass it all was, of course. But I chose to support this little lapse in sophistication. Once again, the Easter Bunny came through (though she did put the jelly beans in plastic baggies to protect them from the ubiquitous granite dust!).
Happy Easter, for those of the Easterish persuasion, and to those, like me, for whom this is another secular fete.