
That talent show post down there? That's about 4 years old. Yes, I still got teeth problems, but my little girl is 10 years old now and in the 4th grade. Not only is she in the 4th grade, but she is in an Academically Gifted program where she excels in science & math. The teachers tell us that she reads on a 9th grade level. She makes straight "A's" She draws all the time. She likes to read as well as write. She listens to music that I think sucks. (My Chemical Romance & Fall Out Boy) but my parents said the same thing about my Alice Cooper albums. In her defense, she likes going to shows with me and always expects me to get her backstage. She's seen Dolly Parton, John Cowan (a few times) Mike Marshall & Chris Thile (who she referred to as "The Guys who don't comb their hair") , Kevin Gordon, and Michael Doucet. She really likes live music and I often catch her playing with one of my guitars.
My daughter is also charming and cuter than Hell and she knows it. When people tell her how cute she is, it pisses her off. She says that she has no control over being cute, it just happened. She would rather people tell her how smart she is. She's much more proud of being smart than she is of being cute.
So how did something like this spring forth from my loins? Where did this one sperm come from that was able to produce such a good-looking intellectually gifted-super creative creature? How did that one super sperm out-swim all the super retarded gun toting hillbilly sperm that it was surrounded by? Oh I know she's my kid. She curses just like I do. She's as hard headed as I am. She does a lot of the same retarded stuff that I do. Don't let that sweet, innocent, cherubic face fool you. She's got some BigDumbHick in her.
My daughter rocks. She's got a good head on her shoulders. I can't think of too many bad things to say about her except when her blood sugar gets low, she gets evil, to the point where I'm usually about ready to drop kick her ass over the top of the house. She's getting ready to go through puberty and I'm afraid that it's going to kill one of us. I'm not ready for my kid to get boobies. I'm not looking forward to having to shoot people for paying too much attention to those boobies when they do show up, and if you don't think I'll kill your ass graveyard dead, you don't know me very well.
10 years old. Where has the time gone? How ccome it went by so fast?
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