George and I were having a really nice chat with our children this evening. One of those discussions where you know the kids are actually listening and contributing. The points are getting through. We talked about doing for others for no other reason than that is what is to be done. No remuneration, no praise. Just a need that is to be filled. Gave great causes as examples. Doctors Without Borders, Habitat for Humanity. That kind of thing.
Like I said, a great discussion.
I had to bake and got up to go to the next room but still within earshot. Our oldest was in the kitchen with me. Our son went to his room and Fi stayed in the living room with her dad.
That is when things went into slow motion. George uttered the fatal words to Fi. "You know what you need to where rather than that type of jean?" I swear, I could hear her eyes roll. This is the daughter that will listen to her dad and smile sweetly and agree and then go on and do her own thing regardless. She does it with me too. But I knew the jeans discussion would go no where fast. I tried to stop it by shaking my head in his direction and was greeted with a quizical look. I tried to say something to redirect the conversation and nothing really came out.
Our oldest beside me looked at her dad and stated if he had said something like that to her, she would have said something he would not have liked.
Yeah, that helped the matter.
Fi tried to say the type of jean he was describing did not exist for her. George told her the pockets were down too low (they are, but...). Finally, the moment was over and he said "Never mind" and shook his head. Fiona just smiled sweetly and went on her merry way to Fiona world. Cait just shook her head and walked off. Sam walked out of his room, looked around and then retreated.
I think he knew.
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