I was in the middle of bed time ritual's. I had just finished with Ashley and checked off: Story, Prayer, Prayer Song, laying down for 1 minute, then 1 very last minute. Up next was Elizabeth.
Same routine...or suppose to be.
I was snuggling down with Elizabeth to begin reading the story. Before I could begin, Elizabeth asked me why my last name wasn't the same as Grandmomma's and Granddaddy's anymore. I thought..."this will be easy." I explained that "traditionally" when a man and a woman get married, the woman will drop her middle name. Then her last name becomes her middle name and she takes her husbands last name for her own. Simple.
TEARS! erupted from this child like a 1000 year old volcano erupting for the very first time!!!!!! When you read the next little bit spoken by Elizabeth, you will need to use your best sobbing from the depths of your sole.......
Elizabeth: "I'M NEVER GETTING MARRRRIIIIEEEEDDDDDDD!"
Me: "That's ok honey, you don't have too."
Elizabeth: "I'M NEVER GOING TO COLLEGE!"
Me: "That's ok honey, you don't have to."
Elizabeth: "I"M LIVING HERE FOREVVVVVVVVER!"
Me: "That is fine, you can. But you will have to get a job."
Me: " You can get a job in Shallotte." (Town near us)
Elizabeth: "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I will get a job at Ocean Isle Beach! It's closerrrrrrrr!"
Me: "That will be fine."
Now, all was well with the world again!
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I loved this story....some kids get upside with monster story.....E gets upset with marriage.....she IS my granddaughter for sure.....the true test to show if we are related will be if she likes to run on the beach & poke dead things with a stick.....
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