My daughter (Keiana) were sitting at the dinner table eating. It was quiet, like always. You could hear the lights above the table type quiet. I take a bite and she out of the blue asks. Well, this is how it went.
[ul]Keiana: Am I ever going to have a step mom".
Me: (stumped, speechless, afraid to say the wrong thing, decided to mimic a filibuster) Ah, do you... want one? (with a puzzled look on my face)
Keiana: Yeah.
Me: Why?
Keiana: Just cuz..
Me: (still nervous of saying the wrong thing, i copted out an started making jokes) You want a step mom cuz ya don't like my cooking huh ... thats it isnt it? hah
Keiana: heh yea daddy that too, plus i bet if i had a step mom she could do my hair really nice (at this point she hid her little chipmunk cheeked face behind her homework folder)
Me: Okay ... Tell ya what, I'll go to the step mom store later tonight and pick one out just for you. (with a big smile on my face)
Keiana: (confused like mad crazy she asks) if its that easy... why haven't you done it already?
Me: (realizing i jus screwed up here) Umm, its not really that easy honey but just finish your dinner okay. [/ul]
Ya know, I always figured it would be my grandma or mother who would be urging me, pressuring me or what have you to get married, not my seven year old daughter! lol
Kids will say the damnedest things, I tell ya.