“Daddy, when we get a dog, I want to name her Lucy?”, my older daughter told my husband quite innocently.
“No!! We are going to get a big dog, who is a male. No more women in this house. I am outnumbered as it is!”, he answered her back half laughing and completely trying to get rise out of her.
“No, Lucy!! And a little, tiny dog!!,” she answered louder now.
“No, we are going to name ‘HIM’, yes a boy dog, Jim Henson!”, he said emphatically. (He has always been a huge fan, so for him this is a joke, but what a little bit serious, too).
Here is the type of dog she would like to name “Lucy”!!
“No, daddy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy!!”, she is now not only louder if possible, but also repeating the name hoping the more times she says it the more probable that she will in fact get a dog and name it Lucy.
He’s now trying to reason with her says, “What about Bruno? That is the dog in Cinderella.
“No, I don’t like the name Bruno and only like Lucy,” She tells him without giving up her hand on this.
“I am so getting a man cave, a big dog named Bruno and calling it a day, because I am already outnumbered with all the women and ‘x’ chromosomes in this house!”, he says as he laugh a bit more.
A few minutes went by, where they we laying there and just being father/daughter silliness. When, my younger daughter finally woke up from all the commotion and laughter and said, “Girls I brought my friends (Mickey and Minnie Mouse Stuffed animals).”
Now he responded, “Hey, I am not girl! What about saying good morning to me?”
“You are girl, we are all girls!!”, my youngest said without even thinking about it.
“I fight with one over the size, name and gender of our non-existent dog and the other just thinks we all are girls. So much for winning!”, He turned to me laughing and having trouble not finding the humor in this whole conversation.
By the way, the above conversation took place in our queen sized bed on Sunday morning, which happened to be lazy and we were still in bed at a bit after 9 am. So unprecedented in our house, where usually at least one if not both of our girls are up and raring to go. But nonetheless this was our version of a lazy Sunday Morning Conversation, I suppose.
It actually started with my husband and I being up first, but our oldest as you can see quickly joined in and jumped right in the middle of us in our warm Sunday morning bed. Followed by the youngest, after awhile.
To know my husband, he truly is the best father and is so good with being a male truly surrounded by all “girls”. It can’t be easy, but he does tease them a lot and goes right back at them when they come out with whatever they are thinking (which around here could be just about anything).
I sit back quite often and take in the show even after all this time quite amazed at how much of a loving and doting father he is and how much they enjoy his company. To the outside person, they might have read the above and thought, “What father wouldn’t just get his daughter a dog for her to name,” but he seriously just loves teasing them, getting under skin and seeing their reactions.
By the end of this whole conversation, not only was he cracking up, but so were both of the girls. And by the way, even I couldn’t help, but giggle listening to them together, because the three of them are not only my world, but their silly conversations are just music to my ears.
And this is just another reason I love my husband so!!
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