Last night, at the dinner table…

So last night, as we were eating dinner, the subject of weddings came up.  In hopes to give our 13 yr old girl sage advice, her father launched in on the whole “It doesn’t matter about this or that, just that you love each other and are willing on working on that commitment” and other such wisdom.  And about how it wasn’t about the ring, but the love they had, and  how it doesn’t matter what kind of ring you have, just as long as you guys are happy…

And then, the 13 yr old girl, who obviously is trying to find new ways of killing her father, says “Yeah, my dream engagement ring* is a…”

I’m not sure what she said after that, because my attention was captured by my husband, whose face twisted and turned red as he sputtered “The fuck?”

Anything else the girl had to say was drowned out by the laughter of her mother and brother.

Then my husband, who handles all things with a cool collectedness, got up, opened the liquor cabinet and had a shot of whiskey.

As his daughter went “What?” and his son and wife laughed more.

He then spent the next five minutes looking at his daughter while stammering words like “What?” and “Wha?” and “WHAT?”

Poor man.  He’s going to need a LOT more whiskey to survive the teen years…and he doesn’t even have to take her shopping for things like prom dresses.  Which I hate to break it to him, she already  probably has planned out as well.

*edited after the fact as dad remembered exactly what was said, as the words are now burned into his brain…

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