It's been a while, I know. A hiatus of sorts for me. Things have been busy here, so many things that Cheese has spouted off.
Cleaning out was my intention, looking for a lost piece of my history. Cheese was being ever so helpful with the process. Pulling things out of the container and shouting in my face "WHAT IS THIS?! WHEN DID YOU GET IT?! CAN I HAVE IT?!" She was excited because she found a teddy bear, and some other odds and ends that I graciously gifted her.
While digging away I see her pull a stone gray folder out, just big enough for a 5x7 picture. My eyes grew wide because I knew what was in it, I was waiting to gauge her reaction. This was going to be fucking fantastic!
I watched her nimble little fingers pry the folder apart, her eyes grew into GaGa eyes as she stared down at the portrait inside. She looked up at me, wide gaze still in place, then glanced back down. She did four or five takes between me and the photograph. Her mouth hung open, jaw on the floor. Then slowly and surely her eyes met mine one more time.
She speaks!!
"Is that you mommy?"
"Yes love, that's mommy a long time ago."
"But your hair is yellow....and...you're....not fat."
There it is, a knife in my heart. Go ahead sweet Cheese, twist it some more.
"Well, love, mommy was quite a bit younger then."
"Who is that boy with you?"
"That was my date. Mr. Zoot Suit himself."
"Well, I want to meet my other daddy."
What the fuck?! How did we get from "mommy you're a fat ass" to "I want to meet my other daddy."? I just cocked my head to one side, almost as if pondering the comeback and she met me movement for movement. I sat there, almost stunned to being without words.
"Um, well, you'll probably never meet him because he's not your daddy."
Silence!! Yes!! I won!! I beat her at her own game.
"Well if he isn't my daddy why the hell are you in a fancy dress with those grandma shoes with another silly boy in a silly suit."
-Sigh- A long deep one at that.
"It's a formal dance, my love. Girls wear pretty dresses and boys wear silly suits, pin flowers on each other and dance the night away followed by a good amount of parties."
"Did you drink beers?"
"Yes, Cheese, I did."
"Then he is my daddy, you drank with him and I bet you made babies together."
Who the hell taught my kid this shit? Oh yeah, that would be late night television since the little shit won't go to bed. That's right, sleep is for the weak.
Deep breath mommy, deep breath. "Well, while I did drink beers with my date I did NOT make babies with him. That is something a mommy and daddy do when they are in love and believe me I was not in love with my date."
Cue Daddy's arrival....THANK YOU GOD!
"Daddy, did you know that I have another daddy?!"
Fuck. My. Life. Really?
"Um well this is news to me?" Now I am getting the one eyebrow up and one eyebrow down look. The man with the rubber face knows how to this look soooooo well.
"Prom." One word, that's all he gets, I am not going into depth anymore. My brain hurts from this conversation.
I get the nod that he understands, he goes on his way.
"So when am I going to meet my other daddy?"
"Soon, Lovey, soon."
Defeat...I admit defeat. You win this time Cheese.
