accidental feminist

drunk blogging= better than drunk dialing December 24, 2006

At the request of friends who, upon hearing several fascinating offspring stories tonight have asked me to write them down before my head hits the pillow, here is my favorite for the week:

1) Monday night, we were early for a dinner date with my parents. With a half and hour to kill and a car full of whining little girls, I had to think fast. A game that we could play that required nothing but our wiles and, maybe, our hands. I know: “I never”. So I taught it to the girls (sans alcohol and explicit revelations). The game went something like this:

Bassie: I’ve never driven a car.

Me: I’ve never taken ballet lessons.

Yosef: I’ve never played I never before.

Dina: I’ve never been a Mommy.

It was quite raucous and ribald…If I do say so myself.

Also…the Christmas wars rage on; Dina loves Christmas lights and decorations; Bassie, the killjoy, takes every opportunity to remind Dina that “we don’t celebrate Christmas!”

Dina: I can still think the lights are beautiful!

That’s right, Dina, this is America, where Christmas is a national holiday! Of course, this coming from a girl who still thinks that Santa Claus’ name is “The Christmas Guy”. It’s just so cute, I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth…