Catching Up Pt. 1

Matilda has developed a wonderfully wry sense of humor in the last week or so. She’s deadpan, dry and witty. Where did she get this?

Last night we were searching desperately to find her school buzz book to get her friends’ addresses. You see, she’s having a slumber party and I . . . I am terrified.

But that’s beside the point.

We knew we had seen the buzz book recently. Quite recently. But, it was nowhere to be found.

“Is it in your room Matilda?”

“No. I haven’t seen it.”

“Are you sure,” I ask, interjecting my fatherly doubt about her feeble nearly eight-year-old memory.

“Yep.”

“Can I look in your room?”

“Uh. Okay. It’s not there though.”

So I looked through her room. She was right, it wasn’t there. Damn my paternal doubt!

But as I was looking through her desk (gently I might add) she walks over to her mother and deadpans, “Dad’s tearing apart my room. Sigh.”

For the record, I was not “tearing apart her room”. It’s already torn apart through the use of seven-year-old logic and organization.

But this morning is what killed me. I was talking to my lovely wife about some TV show or something and I said, “Any of those girls would be better.”

Matilda comes in from the next room. “What girls? Are you getting rid of us.”

Not missing a beat I said, “Yeah, we’re getting updated models.”

With a thin smile cracking her otherwise stoic veneer she says, “I guess I’ll go get my things then.” And she leaves the room.

But I could tell she was proud of that performance. Of all the funny and strange things she’s done lately, this was the tops. Pure comic brilliance.

It’s weird though. She was supposed to be home from summer school by now . . .

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