Last night Lindy and I finished the last chapter of Anne of Green Gables. As a follow up we watched the first half of the movie this afternoon.
As we reached the tearful scene where Anne and Diana are saying goodbye to each other, fated to never be "bosom friends" again, Ian plopped himself on the couch, rolled his eyes, and proceeded to complain about the dramatics of women. Poor Ian. In a roomful of overly-dramatic females he is not about to gain a flood of support. After giving him my version of the "stink eye" I suddenly had a vision of the future...and it was at that moment I experienced profound sympathy for my dear, innocent husband. In 6 short years we will enter the teenage years...with two daughters.
He won't know what hit him.
4 comments:
He will want to live outside along with your little man! HECK you may want to live out there with him!
Dads with daughters are so LUCKY! (That's what I keep telling Brian.)
Deep Breaths!!!
I have 3 girls that will all be teenagers at the same time. Watch out Joe!
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