Beckie had Oswald or some other dumb-ass kids show on in the living room.
What G said: “you wanna watch Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with me?”
What G meant: “I’m so happy you want to watch Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with me.”
I turned to Beckie, she turned to me.
What I said: “Did you notice she asked me to watch Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with her?”
What I meant: “Is she seriously going to make me watch Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with her?”
Beckie nodded sympathetically.
What Beckie said: “She asked me to watch Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with her too.”
What Beckie meant: “I’ve been stuck here watching Oswald [or some other dumb-ass kids show] with her”.
Its cute how she wants to share her interests with us, but a total chore to have to appear interested. I could almost handle it when she watched the TV and I could at least work on my laptop, but now I’m a prisoner. This is just a prelude to the horror of 1st Grade plays and dance recitals — at least now my captive attention is spent on G, 2 hours watching the boring crap of a bunch of other kids is more than any parent should be asked to bear. I may have to buy an iPhone; can kids see that from the stage? Why can’t she just do something civilized like blog about it, and pretend that there are “other people” out there who “care.”