Love, Kellogg-style

[slipjig3]

For all my failings as a father, I can rest easy in my status as a Paper Folder Extraordinaire. At least a few times every week, Abbey will come bouncing up to me with a sheet of printer paper that she pilfered from Grandma's office, begging me to make her a paper airplane, or an origami bird, or some such. None of it's terribly complicated, but it's a valuable skill in a pair of 7-year-old brown eyes.

One of her favorites is the fortune teller. You know the ones: "Pick a color. *flip, flip, flip* Now, pick a number. *flap, flap, flap, flap* Now another number. *flippity-flip-flap*" And so on. They're easy as all get-out to fold, of course, but then I have to write the fortunes, too. I do have great fun with them, though, as I get rather silly: "You will win a million dollars, and then get kissed by a moose," and the like.

So this morning, Abbey comes up to me as I'm watching TV, holding her most recent Daddy-crafted fortune teller, asking if she can tell me my fortune. I go through all the selections, she goes through all the flipping, and she reads: "You will fall in love with a box of cereal."

She didn't miss a beat. "Hold on, I'll go get one." She flounces off with great intent, then flounces back, a half-empty box of Boo Berry in hand, which she places in front of me.

"Dad," she says, "meet Mimi."

Comments

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

You know what they say...better a cereal lover than a serial killer.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I'm seeing in my mind's eye a horrible screenplay sprouting from this...

[koyaanisqatsi.livejournal.com]

Your daughter sounds adorable. :-)

[thejunebug.livejournal.com]

See, if it was ONE kid asking me to do the folding, I wouldn't mind. But when it's 27 kids all crowding you at the same time, begging at the top of their lungs, it gets so tiring.

"Miss Rae, can you fold me an airplane?" "Miss Rae, can you make me a jumping frog?" "Miss Rae, can you make me a fortune teller?" "Me too!" "I want one too!" "Can you do me a fortune teller and write the numbers and stuff cause I don't know how?" "Oh I want one of those, I don't want the frog!" "Wait, can I have a frog and a fortune teller?" "Plane!"

Nyagh.

Re:

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

Ooo...jumping frog. Can I have one?!?

[yendi]

Your daughter really thinks that you're so shallow that you'd fall in love with the first box of cereal you meet? Surely you'd hold out for one with the proper toy surprise.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

But...it's Boo Berry.

[antsswarm.livejournal.com]

I have fallen in love with Mini-Wheats. I adore their duality. That wheaty, fibrous side which I expose to my family and those who judge me. People think I'm normal, responsible, boring. But then! That risque frosted side which I take home with me and lock up in my cupboard. Sweet and forbidden...

Mini-Wheats are a kink-conisseurs' wet dream.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*laugh* I think that needs to be on a T-shirt.