As Laura was going out to visit a neighbor she (or one of our girls who was going with her) found one of our naked barbie dolls on the sidewalk up the street (has anyone noticed that barbie dolls are naked almost all the time) and threw it back toward the house. I went with Mariah to retrieve it from the street. Mariah saw it and said “Annalise.” I looked at it and told her that it was Erika, not Annalise.
First of all, every barbie looks alike aside from skin tone, or hair color, but secondly, Annalise and Erika are supposed to look exactly alike (except for their hair color) in the Barbie movie they star in. It just made me realize that my life is not my own anymore when I can tell the difference between them and take the time to point it out to my toddler.
I am a father of daughters.
As a father of 3…all girls…I can really sympathize with this post. I realized why your situation was so hopeless before reading the explanation in the second paragraph.
And you are the father of sons when you realize that you can name the most of the Pokemon (and their evolutionary forms)!
It’s all the same game. You’re paying attention!
MRKH
I guess as my son gets older I will begin to see what it really means to be a father of sons. Thanks for the hint, I’ll start studying my Pokemon. 😀
Jeremy, if you are the father of three daughters (like I am) then it’s no wonder that you recognized my situation early.
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