This silly tale dates back to last summer. It was late in the evening and I’d suggested to my daughter that we take a stroll along the beach. She’s one of those kids to whom you can say, “Do you want to…” “YES!!!!” Nuff said about how she responds to doing…whatever.
I wasn’t planning on getting wet, but when you’re near my daughter and the ocean, it’s best to stay inland if you want to remain dry. I’d recommend Oklahoma. On this occasion, I think I managed to keep water out of my ears.
Anyway, while there was still about 30 minutes of daytime remaining, and a pending kaleidoscopic sunset, we decided to text Mom, a.k.a. LisaBelle, to join us on the sand.
“She’ll never come down,” said my daughter who’s much faster tapping out a message with her thumbs than I.
“Why not?” I asked. “She LUVS beautiful sunsets.”
“Yeah, but she hates sand even more.”
“Bet she’s down here before the sun sets, smarty pants.”
“I’m tellin’ ya. She’s not coming down!” Geez, it was like, “put your money away!”
Tick tock, tick tock. The kid was gracious enough to not say, “I told you so,” as the temperature dropped precipitously, Cinderella’s chariot turned back into a pumpkin, and a new day was dawning in Australia.
As we walked home I had to concede her victory. “How did you know Mom wouldn’t show?”
The clever little wiseacre responded, “You’ve only known her for 25 years. I’ve known her all my life.”