So I met up with my Rockstar and his Daughter at the mall yesterday after a bizarrely weird day at work. As my Rockstar checked out the quality of the latest athletic shoes, the Daughter and I were sitting patiently in the try-on chairs provided, when I noticed a delightfully polka-dotted skirt she was wearing that I had never seen before. This was how the following conversation went…
Me: What a super-cute skirt you have on there!
Her: Yeah, I love it. My Mom says I’m starting to dress like you.
(Pause)
Me: Is that a good thing?
Her: She doesn’t think so.
(Another pause as I make a face in my head and think, “Well, la dee da.”)
Me: Oh? Why not?
Her: Well, before you were around, I used to wear jeans and normal stuff. She thinks I should wear that kind of stuff all the time and not cute fancy stuff like I want to wear. But I think I should be able to wear whatever I want, don’t you?
Me: Absolutely. After all, who wants to wear normal boring stuff?
Her: Not you and me, because we are so much cooler than normal people.
And here I thought I was having no influence on the kid….
