So, I received a text from my wife while at work last week. It says “your daughter is doodling Blaine’s name on her notebook.”
Blaine is a boy she has mentioned here and there. I’ve harassed her about boys for as long as I can remember. Make fun of her for having a boyfriend. But now, I don’t get the “Daddy, he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t like boys.” I get the grin and puts her head down so I can’t see it.
I got home, took my shower and when I came out, Samantha was sitting at the dinner table so I went into her room. Guess what I saw sitting on her desk.
OH HELL NO! She came walking in when I was taking the picture. She asked what I was doing.
She is only 10, she can’t be into boys yet. I thought I would at least make it a few more years before I had to threaten boys (again, I threatened Skyler’s boyfriends once, but that’s another story).
“Step away from my daughter, and get off my lawn!”
I’ve told her to enjoy her time with him at school because she will never see him outside of it. I’ve told her she’s grounded till she’s 30. I’ve told her she’s not allowed to date until she’s 30. She doesn’t care what I say. I’ve lost her. I’m going to have to kill someone to make her believe me. And that only leaves me with more questions.
- Can I use blogger in prison?
- What about internet porn?
- With all the body washes out there, do I still need a soap on a rope?
This is so not fair, kill me now.
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