Put a Sock in It
Posted by whatimeant2say
Can you guess what the surprise was?
Cap’n Firepants came home from work to take us out for lunch – and a few other things. Our daughter, Dimples (9), a summer flip-flop gal asked us, before leaving the house, “Are we going anywhere after?” She held out one foot with her new leopard-print flats adorning it.
The Cap’n and I looked at each other.
“Why do you want to know?” I casually asked. At the same time, the Cap’n blurted, “Why don’t you wear your new tennis shoes?”
Have I mentioned that the Cap’n is horrible at keeping secrets?
“She doesn’t need to wear her tennis shoes. Why would she need tennis shoes if all we are doing is going to lunch?” I said, very slowly, turning to open my eyes very wide at him. This is my secret way of saying, “Shut up, Cap’n Firepants!”
“O-o-kay,” Dimples said.
On the way to our surprise destination, Cap’n Firepants took the most ridiculous circuitous route possible, weaving behind strip malls, and taxing my “Take the straightest line possible to your goal” obsessive/compulsive mini-disorder to its greatest extent. This was partly because he did not want Dimples to know where we were going until the last possible minute, and partly because he did not know where we were going at the last possible minute.
“Where?” he loudly whispered to me when were almost there.
“Best Buy,” I hissed.
When we finally arrived at our destination, I said, “Surprise!” to Dimples in the back seat.
“I knew where we were going before we got in the car,” Dimples grinned. And she wasn’t lying. I could tell.
“What gave it away?” I asked.
“When Dad told me to put on tennis shoes.”
I glared at Cap’n Firepants as I whipped out the neon green socks I had secreted in my purse.
“You can still bowl, though, because I brought your socks!” I bragged.
“I know,” she said.
She may not have been surprised, but she was happy. Dimples’ dimples were in full evidence as we bowled and skee-balled and wheel-of-fortuned our afternoon away at Main Event.
My one fervent hope is that she inherited our crappy ability to lie. That could come in handy during her teenage years…
Posted on August 18, 2012, in Cap'n Firepants, Children, Dimples, Family, Humor, Parenting and tagged bowling, children, humor, life, lying, Main Event, parenting, random, surprise. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.