20 June 2009

Things What Are Great*, Wee Lass Style

I attended a Father's Day Snack event at my Wee Lass's daycare today, and it was an absolute gas. They kids had decorations and gifts for all the dads, and the piece de resistance was the snack: banana splits, made with vanilla ice cream and our choice of chocolate syrup, caramel and/or rainbow sprinkles**. We had a grand time, a great way to cap off a lovely Friday afternoon, especially since I took off work early.

On the way home, we had a very interesting, and ultimately very touching conversation:

Wee Lass: Daddy...
Me: Yes, sweet pea?
WL: Daddy, I have a confession to make to you!

(scccccreeeech, sparks and smoke as my train if thought came to a crashing halt)

Me: Um...a confession, sweetie?

(Where did she learn that word?)(And please let it be something like 'I went potty and didn't wash')

WL (in her youareanidiot voice): Daddy, a confession is something you need to tell someone!
Okay, well, what do you want to tell me?
I wrote a poem for Bongo (Bongo is the housecat), do you want to hear it?
Of course I do.
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Sugar is Sweet And Bongo is, too!
Me: Wow, that's very nice.
I wrote it so he wouldn't be sad about Tigger.

(scccccreeeech, sparks and smoke as my train if thought came to a crashing halt again)
(throat tigthens)
(Tigger was the other housecat. I say was, because unfortunately, he became very sick and had to be put to sleep last month. He was 20 years old, and Bongo is 19)

Sad about Tigger? Why?
Because he misses his brother, and I didn't want him to be sad.
That's a very nice thing for you to do, sweetie.

Kids. They really do say the darndest things. And some of the nicest things.

*A tip o' the Gumbo tam to That Baldy Fella over at
Nick Nack Blog Attack. I borrowed the phrase from him. I hope he doesn't mind. Stop by and tell him he's a top drawer chap, and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I think. Or maybe I'm lazy.
**For the record, I had chocolate syrup only on my ice cream. Wee Lass went for the chocolate syrup/rainbow sprinkles combo.

Special Note: As a bonus item, I'll be posting on that other thing I do,
Hot Dads, on Sunday, June 21st. A little lagniappe for y'all.


  1. Chocolate syrup only? Man your a wuss, I woulda went with the whole shabang and covered that ice cream with chocolate syrup, sprinkles, AND caramel.

    psssshhh, light weights...

    But fo real, RIP Tigger, and I hope Bongo feels better! =)

  2. I love when kids say "what" for "that".
    We don't do anything father's day-ish in my classroom, because most of them don't have dads. Sigh.
    Also, school is o-v-e-r for me.
    Happy dad's day, Irish.

  3. For a minute there, I thought I'd been posting blogs without paying attention...

    Consider me flattered, squire - although, to be fair, I stole that manner of speaking myself from old school British comedians Morecambe and Wise. It's the circle of theft.

  4. I think that your daughter has great empathy. That is a great thing.

  5. See now ... I'm surprised you didn't go into a sugar induced coma from all that sweetness. The icecream ... and the wee lass ... a dangerous potential!! heh ... Very sweet that little lass is.

  6. That child is a very old soul.


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