Hazel was just turning four when I moved back east of Mannheim Road. From the moment I would pick her up on my weekends, she would be glued to my side.
I was constantly playing with dolls or watching Disney Princess movies. I’d lay down on the couch and she would be on my hip. If I took a moment to sit in my chair to watch an inning of the Sox game, she would be on my lap.
“Da? Where are you Da? Oh, there you are Da!!! Whatcha doing Da Da?”
“Hazel…… I’m trying to take a dump here….. can you go find Elsa and make sure she hasn’t frozen Fritz and George please?”
Last night I picked up Hazel. We sat at the table and had dinner and then she went to her room and did her own thing.
Then I heard her door open and she told me she was going to my room to take a shower.
Remember on yesterday’s Chalkboard when I said I was looking forward to getting into a made bed at the end of the day?
My bed was all twisted up and there was a wet towel laying across the pillows and a training bra on the nightstand.
Five hours yesterday and we spent fifteen minutes together. I didn’t have to dress any Barbie dolls up. I didn’t have to use scissors for Hazel. I didn’t have to glue this or tape that…
I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this independent little girl?
I did get a little back rub and neck massage, but that was followed up with…. “Can I have a brownie please?”
The next neck massage I get will probably end with the question….
“Can I have the keys to Betty?”
I was asked another question last night….
"Dad? Who are you rooting for in the Superbowl this weekend?”
I told her that I didn’t give two squirts who wins, I’ll be watching the Rick Steves European travel marathon on PBS.
“OMG Dad… you are soooo old!”
“Oh yeah Hazel!!! Who are you rooting for in the game?”
“Well…. Duh?!?! The Chiefs! I mean come on! I want Kelce to score a touchdown!”
I missed a SuperBowl five years ago to watch Moana. Things sure do change quickly in life. Luckily, Hazel is at her mom’s this weekend and I won’t have to watch any football on Sunday.
It is Fat Thursday! Get yourself a bowl of gumbo and a hurricane!
And remember……. Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break! And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake! Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off!
