"Oh, she's good!" I thought to myself. "I've been had." She got exactly what she wanted, and I didn't see it coming.
The thought has occurred to me on more than one occasion that somewhere in this wide, wide world is a young, innocent boy who is completely clueless about his future. He is going to grow up and meet a cute, happy, freckle-faced girl. She'll be a free spirit. They'll become friends. He is going to fall in love with her and decide to spend his life with her. He'll ask for her hand in marriage and she will accept. Before he knows it he will realize that he is hanging on for dear life and enjoying every minute of it because she will delightfully keep him on his toes, never knowing what is coming next, but unable to say no to the tight-lipped, self-assured beaming smile that comes his way after she walks past the light switch, climbs in to bed next to him where he has been waiting, and asks him to turn off the light. Or get her a glass of water. Or her pillow that she left on the couch. She'll ask him to move the 600 pound red rock in front of their old house across state lines because she wants it in front of her new house, too. He will do it. Unlike Ogden Nash's Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children, where he laments about the boy who will want to marry his daughter Jill, I'm thinking of writing the Song To Be Sung To the Unsuspecting
The Boss laughed when I told her what had happened. When I shared my thoughts on the future Mr. Captain, she said, "Yeah, they said the same thing about me."
I had to laugh. I'm that boy. I'm the one who gets up and turns off the light. Or gets the glass of water. Or retrieves the forgotten pillow. I moved the 600 pound red rock across state lines because the Boss wanted it in front of our new house, and when my mother-in-law asked me (with more than a little incredulity) why I did it, all I could say was, "I love your daughter."
Yes, there is a little boy somewhere in this world who has no clue what is in store for him. I bet I'll share a few moments with him like my father-in-law has shared with me. They are quiet moments when the Boss' name comes up in conversation and he just shakes his head with a smile. He knows. He married her mother. It's a generational thing. And where the Captain is concerned, I'm just the training ground. I'm the person on whom she perfects big doe eyes and the sing-song, "Daaadddy?" that will become a sing-song "Hooooonnney?" in the future. And a big rock will be moved.
I'm in a privileged position.
And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
8 comments:
That is one sweet story. How old is she?
It sounds similar to Red... I've had several people mention that when he flashes that grin he is going to get away with anything!
What would happen if they got together????
Oh...only the end of the universe as we know it.
And she's five.
Awww...so, so sweet!
I tell you what...I have two little boys who are already well-trained in the Wiles of the Doe-Eyed Girl (ie: Princess). We could arrange a meeting in a few years. Aside from building indoor water slides, they can be quite the gentlemen.
And...agreed:
"Two and a Half Men, a show that is wrong for far too many reasons to list here but extremely funny none-the-less"
This sounds too much like my Dad and husband talking...
All our girls can work Guy like that. And you know what? I'm thrilled! The world has enough ugly they have to face - it's nice to know that Dads are Dads!
Oh that is so incredibly sweet!!!! :)
I think we had better not arrange a marriage between our two captains. It just wouldn't work. And do you know, not until reading this post, did I even think about the fact that I stole your Captain's nickname for my Jack Henry? Sorry about that. It just went with my pirate theme and all.
Great post, by the way!
HAHAHA! Even the most simple of us women can be high maintainence!
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