I just wanted to share a couple of amusing memories from my ‘Step-fathering Notebook’.
It is impossible to disarm a venting teen-age girl. As a rule, within an hour, most conflagrations are reduced to glowing embers. Young girls just don’t have the stamina for an extended hissy fit. By the next day it’s been regulated to her ‘Memory Book’. I was reminded by Edison on page seven, “I don’t wanna laugh. I’m mad’n horny’n dis’poin’ed an’ hurt”.
One day, my step-son vented with, “You’re not my father!” I calmly replied, “If I was, I wouldn’t be here.” I could almost hear the little synapses tingling inside his confused ten-year-old brain. I swear, I have no idea where my response came from, but it befuddled me, as well. His mother was in the next room, doing her best not to giggle.
Is that the bottle talking..?? Hehehe.
(Marisa)
I just wanted to share a couple of amusing memories from my ‘Step-fathering Notebook’.
It is impossible to disarm a venting teen-age girl. As a rule, within an hour, most conflagrations are reduced to glowing embers. Young girls just don’t have the stamina for an extended hissy fit. By the next day it’s been regulated to her ‘Memory Book’. I was reminded by Edison on page seven, “I don’t wanna laugh. I’m mad’n horny’n dis’poin’ed an’ hurt”.
One day, my step-son vented with, “You’re not my father!” I calmly replied, “If I was, I wouldn’t be here.” I could almost hear the little synapses tingling inside his confused ten-year-old brain. I swear, I have no idea where my response came from, but it befuddled me, as well. His mother was in the next room, doing her best not to giggle.