Old Weird Ward
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Monday, April 11, 2005
- - - - - Birthday Parties - - - - -
My youngest turned seven on March 31st.
Due to "Spring Break", AKA Easter (Gasp! He's PI!) we had her birthday party yesterday.
The local roller-skating rink has a pretty good deal for parties, so about ten 6 to 10 year-olds showed up, and a good, fun, noisy time was had by all.
But OWW discovered a little something.
("Fire up the 'Way-Back machine, Sherman!")
Once upon a time, 'way back in the Days of Yore, Old Wierd Ward was actually pretty good on roller skates. Frequently, when it rained, RJ and I would scratch up the $1.25 (this was back in the 1960's, folks!) it took to get in to the local rink, rent a pair of skates, and spend 3 hours just having a ball.
Oh, we'd fall on our butts every so often, but it never bothered us.
Well, yesterday I found out two things:
1. I can't skate worth a damn anymore. I fell three times, in fifteen minutes, and when I wasn't falling on my keister I had a very good case of the colly-wobbles.
2. These days, falling HURTS!
MeelieNoh, of course, thought Good Old Dad was just hilarious, sitting on his rump in middle of the floor, trying not to say "Ouch!" too loud.
"Daddy! You fell down!"
"Right, Sweetheart, I sure did."
"Daddy! Does it hurt?"
"A little bit, Sweetheart."
"Daddy!"
"Yes, Baby?"
"You're OLD!" All of her little friends had gathered around, by this time. They giggled.
"Right, Baby, Daddy's real old."
"That's OK." She got down next to me and gave me a Big Hug. "You're still my Daddy!"
OK, MeelieNoh, I'll even try skating again, just to hear you say that...
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