Little Elle can climb. Little S. can tumble. G. can run and scream and put the fear of god in you and D. swims like a shark.
(sigh)
It drives me crazy when I tell people I have four daughters and they look at me like I am some poor dumb guy who doesn't stand a chance.
They repeat after me: “Four?”
I hate it when they say “four.”
Four.
Foooooouuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Seriously, it makes me crazy and I wish they would stop the parroting. "Yes, I have four daughters. Why? Is it written somewhere that having four girls is bad?"
Seriously. I want to punch them. I mean what are they saying anyway?
I also hear this one a lot: “Four daughter is a lot of work.”
?????????????
My favorite responce to this is a line a friend of mine gave me: "You go from man to man to a zone defense."
It is better than the cynical, derisive comments that I want to say:
“You poor stupid bastards, you don’t have daughters, do you?”
Daughters are awesome. I wish I had twenty and I am so, so, so glad I had four.
They make me laugh, they make me cry, and most of all, they make me glad.
There was a time when I loved three… but four is the magic number.
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(really? people say this to the parents of four daughters? Because, um, I know that "four" and it is so often followed with that shake of the head and sigh. )
And I happen to think your four daughters are pretty amazing. What is even more startling is when J. and I were in Austin and they were eight and it was -- energetic, yes, but nice.
I love this post. And I would love to have 4 daughters.
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