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“Daddy, Whatcha Doing?”

By Bigdaddycarlos @BigDaddyBlogger

talking-to-evie-big-daddy-bloggerJust the other night, I sat at the dinner table—wearing my crazy folding reading glasses—and applying liquid bandage to the very painful cracks in my skin at the corners of my fingernails.

I looked up from what I was doing only to find Evie staring at me from the high chair, smiling her gummy grin at me.

“Daddy, whatcha doing?”

“I’m putting liquid bandage on the boo-boos I have at the end of my fingers,” I responded.

“It looks like you’re painting your nails.”

“Daddy doesn’t do that,” I answered. “Daddy’s not a metrosexual.”

“What’s a metrosexual?” she asked.

“Never mind what a metrosexual is. Forget that Daddy even brought it up.”

“Why are you wearing those silly things on your face?”

“Because,” I responded, relieved that we were past metrosexuals and onto something else, “Daddy can’t see so well anymore. He needs these to see the ouchies.”

“Oh.”

She seemed to mull that over a bit.

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Funny looking.

“Daddy, you’re weird!” she declared.

“I know, baby cakes, I know.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“What’s a metrosexual?”


Considering the fact that this conversation took place inside my head (Evie just turned six months last Monday), I have a feeling that I will be hearing “Daddy, you’re weird!” a lot through the years.

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