Negative, Ghost Ryder; My Brain Is Full

, , , , | Related | February 17, 2021

I have just spent a little over an hour on my weekly video chat with my five-year-old goddaughter when she apparently starts getting bored of our games. We do these chats on their kid-friendly tablet that they normally only get to use for long drives and video chats.

Me: “Why did you turn off my video?”

Goddaughter: “I want to watch a video.”

Me: “If you want to watch something, maybe I should say goodbye and hang up.”

Goddaughter: “No! We can talk while I watch something.”

Since she wants me to stay on the video chat, I do, but she is clearly too distracted to engage with me from that point. About ten minutes later, after my last attempt to ask her a question, I get this response.

Goddaughter: “I’m done talking with you, so I’m going to hang up now.”

Me: “Okay, I love you.”

I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before she had hung up. Less than an hour prior, she had been telling me that she loved me so much she planned to marry me when she grew up, and now I’ve been replaced by “Paw Patrol.” Apparently, love can be a fickle and fleeting thing for us godfathers.

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I Learn To Scream Coherently For Ice Cream!

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My mother and I are watching my toddler nephew for my sister. My mom is scooping ice cream for all of us and has just put a large scoop in my nephew’s bowl.

Me: “Careful, Mom, you don’t want to give him too much.”

Nephew: “Me want too much!”

That was one of the first complete sentences he ever managed to say.

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Pages Of Joy

, , , , , | Right | January 20, 2021

I’m waiting in line for the checkout machines at the library. In front of me is an adult with a four-year-old child. The child is hugging a picture book and singing softly, “I’m so happy, I’m so happy.”

I wasn’t having a bad day, but it still made my day better to see a child so happy with a book.


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A Kind Streak

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I’m a cashier. A mom and a distracted little girl, around maybe eight or nine, come up to me.

I have a streak of blue in my hair, which I have tied back in a ponytail, and some facial piercings that I’ve taken out for my job.

Unfortunately, some people still notice the punctures in my face and gawk or complain about “ruining your face with holes.” I have some thick skin, but as anyone can guess, it’s frustrating that I can’t talk back.

When the mother is done putting everything on the belt, she looks up and makes a shocked expression, before turning to her kid.

Mom: “[Daughter], look. Look at her.”

I’m already bracing myself over being made as an “example” of why kids should stay in school, until…

Mom: “Is that how you want your hair done?”

Daughter: *Looks up* “Yeah! Except pink!”

Mom: *To me* “Sorry, my daughter was just telling me about wanting the same thing five minutes ago. Where did you get your hair done?”

I explained how I dye my own hair but gave recommendations as to what dye and places they could go to get it done. We had a wonderful conversation and the mom/daughter duo gave so many compliments to me that I was practically BEAMING all shift!


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You Gotta Think Fast When Santa’s Involved

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I love reminding my twenty-two-year-old daughter of this story. Several years ago, when my oldest children were six and four, my husband — their step-dad — dressed up as Santa and came to my parents’ house where we were visiting on Christmas Eve. He did the whole bit, dropped off presents, and headed out the door with a “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

After he left, I had the following conversation with my little girl, who was four.

Daughter: “I know that wasn’t Santa. That was [Step-Dad].”

Me: “What makes you think that?”

Daughter: “Santa isn’t that tall.”

My husband is 6’2”.

Me: “Okay, you’re right. That was [Step-Dad]. Santa asked him to help out tonight because he’s really busy and running behind.”

Daughter: *In shock and awe* “[Step-Dad] knows Santa?!”

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