Her Mother's Daughter

It looks like it's just going to be a Penelope week around here.

So I was sitting in the rocking chair, waiting for Penelope to get the book she wanted to read. She'd already picked out one that I haven't read yet - Petunia... something or other. I can't remember, but I'm not going into her room right now to figure it out. In any case, I was looking forward to it.

Penelope had other things in mind though. She started going through the books on her bookshelf looking at them. I said, "There it is, Petunia is right there on top."

"I know. I'm looking for something else. Here! Little Jimmy Little!"

Ugh. It's one of the Care Bears books from the 80's. I am not a fan. I tried to steer her back to the other book, "Oh sweetie no, not the Care Bears tonight! I was looking forward to the Petunia book! I haven't read that one yet."

And then she said something that is a distinct Mommy-ism, "You'll deal." Then she handed me the book and started climbing into the chair with me.

At first, I thought I must have heard her wrong, "What?"

As she settled into the chair on my lap she said, "It's ok, Dad. You'll live. Little Jimmy Little."

And then of course, I read the Little Jimmy Little book for what seems like the hundredth time. She was right. I dealt. I'm alive.