I have decided that I shall send the 10 year old child to the moon.
She is a nut and a half and I only know how to deal with seeds.
She is trying out 070-411 for next years drama club production of Beauty and the Beast.
And I wanted her to practice for me.
And she wanted me to shrivel up and stop bothering her.
Me: So, Babette is a feather duster. And French. You probably need to be very frilly, with a funny accent.
Her: I don’t want to do this with you. It’s easier at school.
Me: I didn’t ask you if you wanted to practice with me. I’m telling you. Go.
Her: But I don’t want to.
Me: I didn’t ask you if you wanted to. Do it.
Her: But I don’t want to.
Me: Do it. NOW!
Her: But I don’t want to.
Me: Fine. I’m telling your father.
That didn’t go too well. I keep trying to tell her I’m brilliant. That I’m smart, and artsy, and an excellent actress. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t believe me. So, she huffed out the door on her way to school, and I grumbled in disobedient contempt.
Until I found this on the dining room table.
A poem written by my artistic, sometimes melancholic, old soul child.
She has enough on her mind, without having to deal with my shenanigans.
The Ways of Blue
2 1/2 cups tomatoes, diced and seeded
1/2 cup red onion, diced
1 jalapeno pepper, diced (seeds and veins removed if you don’t want it hot)
1 TB garlic, minced (about 2 cloves)
4 TB lime juice (aprox. 2 limes)
4 TB cilantro, chopped
1/2 tsp coarse salt
Pepper, to taste
Directions:
1. In a large bowl combine all the ingredients. Tastes even better the longer it sits. If it lasts that long.