Children can be so difficult!

Sadly, Mollie has grown tired of my questions. Since she didn’t get my writing gene, I really think it’s that she doesn’t want to write out her answers. But she did throw me a bone. I had asked what he looked like. When she pretty much told me she wasn’t going to respond to my questions, I asked for a picture. Her reply was, “I don’t have a good one.” To which I answered, “That’s fine, I’ll take a bad one.”

 

A few minutes later I got the picture. The picture of the Viking I put up in my last post was pretty accurate. We had the following text conversation.

 

Me: Two weeks ago I told Daddy that I thought he looked like. I said I’m guessing red hair and a full beard. I’m impressed with me! Nice looking fella.

 

Mollie: How in the world would you guess that?

 

Me: You always said you thought the minister’s son was good looking and that that was your ‘type’ so that was what I was going by.

 

Mollie: Ah gotcha. Although red hair is not my first choice.

 

Me: At least he has hair.

 

She sent me back a thumbs up and laughing/crying emoji.

 

Then the other night I thought of something else and sent her the following text.

 

Me: Hey girl. I had a thought. I’m thinking you’ll say no, but a yes might be fun. If you are at all ready for us to meet D would you think of inviting him to the family Christmas party? Don’t have a heart attack yet, just think.

 

There are lots of people so no one is going to corner him for long, and meeting in a crown might be better than one on one, these aren’t people you see all the time, you can come and leave when you want to, you know #1 cousin is the nicest person around and she will make him feel comfortable AND best of all, Sister won’t be there.

 

It’s just a thought. If it’s not something you would be interested in now that’s fine too.

 

Mollie: Probably not…

 

Me: That’s fine. It was just a thought.

 

I was thrilled that she didn’t say absolutely not!

 

I really don’t expect her to invite him, but who knows. We have a few weeks, and the idea might grow on her.

 

For those of you young parents out there who may be experiencing the terrible two’s – just wait until they hit their 30’s then they get really difficult to deal with.