Tonight is the big night, and she decides she doesn't want to go. Why, I ask? She responds with a bunch of lame-o excuses that The Oracle and I know aren't the whole truth:
- Kaitlin is going and she doesn't like Precious Daughter. I said, So? you don't have to have anything to do with her if you don't want.
- She's afraid she won't like the food. I said, Okay, you can eat at home first.
- She doesn't like large crowds. Since when, I ask, and I list several isntances where she had no problem.
Finally, I announce that I'm running to the supermarket, and she's practically scrambling into her shoes to come with me. What's this? I was going to make her stay home until I realized that I had an opportunity to talk with her.
So I start talking with her in the car, and it finally comes out in the wash.
She doesn't want to go to the party without me. Huh? We were very clear on this at the get-go. Daddy and daughter, and that's it, and she was fine with it. Now, she decides at the 11th hour it's not okay. Really, my tush is rather burned about this, and I am utterly tempted to make her go anyway. The Oracle talks me back into my senses. Okay. She can stay home.
But the next ticket that costs me twenty-five bucks is getting used. I don't care if she's got the Martian Death Flu.