Someday, this quasifeminist pseudoparenting is gonna blow up in my face.

"Need Daddy," grunts L'il Red this morning as she struggles to open a new bottle of apple juice.

"...What did you say?"

She ignores my raised eyebrows, grabbing our rubberized gripper thingy from the utensils drawer instead.  Yanks again at the top.

"Ugh.  Need Daddy. He's really strong," she says.

I grab the bottle of juice from her.

"We do NOT need Daddy. WATCH."

And no matter how hard I try, my lungs about to explode, my biceps whining, the damn cap will not come off.

"Daddy's arms are really strong," she says, pointing at her arms to illustrate for her stupid mother. "And he's really tall."

"Well, I'm really strong too," I say quickly.  I give up and grab our cap-gripper gadget.

She giggles. The audacity. "No, Daddy's strong.  And big and tall."

"Well," I say, groaning now.  "You know who's taller? Mommy.  You just ask Daddy.  Mommy's taller."

"No you're not!  Daddy's tall and big and strong!"

"No, I'm taller.  You go ask him."  The cap is slowly giving way.

"You're silly."

"No! ASK YOUR FATHER!  I'm taller!  Really, I am."

I hand her the cap in a flourish of triumph, waiting for her to celebrate with gratitude and to see whether she'll yield to the idea that her mother is, indeed, self-sufficient in some ways and therefore does NOT need a guy around.

"This cup is dirty," she says.

Comments

[-ck]

I needed that chuckle this morning. I'll remind her next time that Mommy is less than a inch taller than Daddy.

[Hilary]

Loving CK's response to this... *chuckling*

And what about when in heels?

[shilpa]

love this, really. :D

[Fancy]

someone tell her mommy looks better in heels. Nothing dad can do about that.