Today is Friday, which is obvious to most people, unless you live on the other side of the international date line, then today is Saturday. However, for the sake of argument and for the sake of this blog post, we will state unequivocally that today is the former and not the latter.
So speaking of the former, let us explore the past eight days leading up to this particular post, which could be considered almost Seinfeldian when all is said and done, and which will become fodder for this post.
Last Thursday, I needed to run a couple of errands because I was going on a short road trip to my other office that I do my job in. Coincidentally, last Thursday was the night that my daughter's school had their first open house, so my wife and mother were going to be attending that. Since the elder child wasn't going to be home to do the babysitting thingy, the youngest was stuck running my errands with me.
So while I was driving to my local Cumberland Farms to pick up lunch for tomorrow (yes, they do have pre-made sandwiches and such, and believe it or not, the stuff is pretty decent taste-wise and price-wise), I decided to strike up a conversation with the youngest. Now if you're a parent, or just someone who deals with anyone under the age of 19, you know that trying to have any kind of meaningful conversation is about on par with smashing your head with a couple of bricks, except that with bricks, you know what the end result is going to be: concussion, stars, blurred vision, and finally, blacking out.
Anyways, I started off with my standard line, "So sweetie, how was school today?"
Vocals laced with music was the response that greeted me. So I tried a different approach and asked, "What's the song you're singing?"
She answered that it was some new duo that uses a text acronym for a band name (yes the actual name escapes me, but I think it's based on the acronym ROFLMAO). Anyways, that apparently jump started the conversation with my daughter, because we spent the next five minutes talking about text acronyms. However, self-censorship was in full force, because you know I wasn't going to explain to my soon-to-be 11 year old daughter what WTF & STFU & WTH (plus the variations) as well as the aforementioned ROFLMAO stood for.
Which left me stating that I knew what UR was and what OMG was (but I didn't explain OMFG), and that I really hated "lol" and its big brother LOL. Irritates the F'n crap out of me, but I blogress. Anyways, we finished up our litttle conversation once we pulled into the parking lot. I bought my lunch (ham salad wedge, kettle chips, Pepsi Max and an apple) picked up some oleo and a snack for the child, and headed home.
My friends, spending a car drive discussing text acronyms with your child should never be the highlight of your week, but in my case, it was. Why? Because it was one of the few times that I had a conversation longer than either ten words or seven seconds with my daughter.
I suppose it could be helluva lot worse, but honestly, the fact that I had something in common with my daughter made it a most memorable highlight, which is why I wrote about it today.
Instead of about this particular book, which I will talk about on Monday.