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Monster Child
“My friends think I’m a monster,” says Rissa. My spoonful of Rice Chex stops an inch from my mouth. “Because why?” “Because I don’t eat cereal.” I shoot her a disbelieving glance before shoveling my cereal into my mouth. I chew thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. Then I shake my head. “I don’t get…
Yes Sir, that’s my baby…
Rissa is at the piano. Surreptitiously, I watch from the kitchen. She sings as she plays Adele’s Someone Like You – she’s been working out the chords with David. How she can sing and play at the same time mystifies me. Her lovely soprano drifts across the room, she has perfect piano posture – she…
She’s not 3 any more…
When I look at Rissa now, I can’t remember her as a toddler. Even when I see photos of her from that time, it’s like I’m looking at somebody else’s kid. I know that she was this small elfin child, but that child bears next to no resemblance to the tall, poised 14 year…
Anyone else’s kid do this?
“If you had a fake laugh what would it be?” Rissa asks as we’re walking to her dance studio. (We have one car, David takes it to school, if David’s late at work, we have to figure transportation shit out. Rissa opted for the walking option instead of biking. This happened half way through our…
Bad Rhymes at Bed Time
In pre-production for PETER PAN this weekend, so please enjoy this from earlier in the summer… Sometime in the last couple of years Rissa and I started cracking each other’s toes. It’s my friend Shawn’s fault. He cracked my toes while we were in a play together (not actually during the play but rather while…
Taxidermied Gophers
Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
ROTFLMAO!!