I learned this week…
…that my daughter is turning into a girl. I know this may sound strange, but if you knew her, you would know exactly what I mean. She is the epitome of tomboy. So much so, that I often forget that she is indeed a girl. It’s not a bad thing. She is who she is, and we love her unconditionally. It’s just that sometimes we catch a glimpse of her elusive femininity, and it leaves us speechless. This week we were treated to a full moon. My daughter loves the moon and in an effort to get a better look at it, she dragged her telescope out into the backyard. She invited a couple of her friends to join her. One of them was the boy she likes. When she had confirmation that he would be stopping by, she barreled into the house and up the stairs announcing as she went that she only had a few minutes to change her clothes and brush her hair. Exactly one minute later, she reappeared with her hair freshly coiffed, wearing a brand new pair of shorts, and her low top Converse sneakers – her idea of dressy. As she disappeared out the backdoor, I was left feeling a little shell-shocked. I don’t think I’m ready for what lurks right around the corner.
…that it seems I will never learn that studying just before bed will lead to strangely disjointed dreams that seem to mock my efforts. I diligently studied for two tests, back to back, and was rewarded with a night filled with images of Stalin chopping off Trotsky’s head as Darwin preached of natural selection and social stratification with a finch perched upon his shoulder. Otto von Bismarck stood atop a trench and expertly choreographed the slaughter at Verdun while Milgram and Durkheim argued the importance of imperialism as an innate function of society as a whole. This dream was almost as strange as the one I had about Jen Garner and the lady in the orange overcoat. Almost.
…that sitting poolside for three hours on a warm spring day will yield three things: convincing conflict between Anna and her father, a crudely drawn map of cities Anna will have to visit during her crusade for vengeance, and sunburned knees.
…that some people have something to say about everything, even if they don’t really have anything to say at all. This annoying habit will provoke me to say something that might be construed as snarky or spiteful. I’m not proud of myself, but sometimes sarcasm is the only viable alternative to homicide.
…that the misuse of quotation marks is on the rise in social media. I’m confused by this epidemic and wonder what makes this particular outlet so susceptible to ignorance.
…that last but not least, this week’s awww moment is brought to you by this cute little bunny. I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to. Is he bashful? Did someone say something funny? Oh…I know…he’s allergic to Easter eggs. Somebody get this bunny a tissue.