Well, tonight is the night I take Emma to High School Musical. I’m not sure how it’s going to go…she’ll be seeing her mom on stage for the first time. Neither Ash nor I has walked the boards since 2 years before she was born. I’ve been preparing her all week, telling her that “Mommy is in the show” and “we can’t talk to Mommy when she’s on the stage.” Just when I think she understands, she says “Why?”
She’s so excited. Last night when I put her to bed, we were talking about going to the show tonight, and she said, “Daddy, you need to wear a blue shirt with no buttons.” For some reason, she doesn’t like button-up shirts.
“I’ll see what I can find,” I said.
This morning when I was getting ready, I tore the closet apart looking for a blue shirt without buttons that was appropriate for work and the show. I mean, you want your date to approve of your outfit, right? I finally started looking for either a blue shirt OR a shirt without buttons (laundry hasn’t been a top priority this week). I had to settle on a black shirt that had buttons. I went out into the living room, dressed for the day, and showed her my shirt. “This is all I could find, sweetie,” I said. “I guess I’ll have to have a black shirt with buttons.”
Dripping with sweetness, she said, “It’s okay, Daddy. I can sit with Mommy.”
I decided not to bother explaining it to her again.