My husband, Garth (not his real name) attended a business-related event, last night (yes, without me, go figure) so, the kids and I were on our own for dinner (codeword: pizza) and then settled in to watch one of my most favorite movies of all time.
All 3 of my girls were absolutely enthralled with the idea of 50 First Dates and sort of fell a little in love with Adam Sandler's character, as he attempted to make Drew Barrymore's character fall in love with him…every day.
My 12-year-old son, however, thought Rob Schneider's performance as pure genius, of course.
"Didn't you say you dated a guy like that, once, Mom?"
Long story, short (you're welcome) no, it's not the first time we've watched this movie together and yes, yes I did, although he had both his eyes, the dude was missing a couple of teeth and wore Elmer's glue, instead of hair gel, don't judge.
"What was your first kiss like?"
"Well, his gums were a little slippery and his hair kept poking me in the eye."
[eyes go wide]
"No, NOT HIM and EWWWW, I mean with Daddy?"
I knew what she meant. After approximately 8 years worth of no sleep, trust me when I tell you messing with teenagers is AWESOME!
"Actually, I don't remember."
Yes I do. But, seeing as my oldest girls are well within acceptable dating range (mine, not my husband's) they don't need to know, right?
"I do, I do!"
My 9 year-old, however, was born old and, well, being the youngest of 4 just makes having to explain the birds and the bees stuff a whole lot easier, you know?
"You sneezed snot all over him, right?"
Not quite.
Even longer story, shorter (seriously, you should be thanking me) here's a quick synopsis:
- We met on a blind date.
- Went to the movies.
- Movie turned sad.
- I cried.
- Movie turned sadder.
- I sobbed.
- Clearly, they called it Dead Poet's Society for a reason.
- I blew snot.
- Garth (NHRN) handed me his handkerchief.
- HONK!
- Tried to hand it back to him.
- Told me to keep it.
- I was hooked.
- The end.
2 months later, he proposed. Garth (NHRN) and I were married 13 months after our first date and, well, 4 kids later, suffice it to say we've both sort of grown comfortable with each other's snot.
"Do you still have the handkerchief?"
[frowns]
"Ummmmm…I don't think so."
[one beat, two beats]
"Good, because that would just be SOOOOOOO weird!"
Yes, yes it would and apparently, according to my kids, even for me, go figure.
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