Again with Florencia and her friend from the soccer field. A little after they were done with the snacks they had been 'offered', the two girls started to play the well known game of 'tag, you're it', along with a third girl who joined them.
Florencia soon decided that I would be the 'T', so she would come and hug me every time she was in danger, something that the other two girls quickly imitated. Imagine how uncomfortable I was with three seven year old girls taking turns to hug me, two of them not mine, at a public park! I had to do something...
Again in the lines of 'my dad is dumb', I pretended to misunderstand the call for the girls to leave the 'T' and run and I started to run myself. That until I stopped dead on my tracks because my own daughter was yelling at me:
- No, Dad!! It wasn't for you!! DAD!! Don't run!! YOU HAVE A BROKEN HIP!!!
Yes, from a car accident that happened sixteen and a half years ago. Thanks for the reminder, sweetie...
Florencia pronto decidió que yo era la ‘casa’, así que corría hacia mí y me abrazaba cada vez que estaba en peligro, cosa que las otras nenas por supuesto imitaron. Imaginen mi preocupación teniendo tres nenas de siete años, dos de ellas ajenas y desconocidas, tomando turnos para abrazarme en un parque público! Tenía que hacer algo…
La solución vino de la mano de mi típico personaje de ‘Papi es un tonto’. Pretendí no entender cuando una de las nenas les cantó a las otras dos para que abandonaran la casa y salieran corriendo, y salí disparado yo también. Todo bien hasta que me paré en seco por los gritos que me pegaba mi propia hija:
- No, Papi!! No era para vos!! PAPI!! No corras!! TENÉS LA CADERA ROTA!!!
Sí, por un accidente de auto que pasó hace dieciseis años y medio. Gracias por recordármelo, mi amorcito…
Well, at least she's concerned for your safety! :D
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