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08/09/2006
Family Resemblance
Well, I suppose I can admit that I guess I am no longer creative at all, but merely read other people's blogs and either expand on their posts or do an offshoot inspired by something I've read. I'm ok with that, and this is yet again another example. After reading this post on Creative Type Dad I was reminded of this fantastic story.
This is a true.
A colleague of mine’s husband had their toddler/potty training daughter in the mall when she expressed her desire to go to the bathroom.
Everything was going along fine – sans the potty.
The bathroom was fairly busy with the sounds of many men going about their business outside the cramped stall where he was trying to convince his daughter to go.
This is when she uttered the most horrific phrase that any man has ever heard in this situation:
“You’re not my Daddy.”
Uhmmm.
“Where’s daddy?, You’re not my daddy.”
. . . yeah. So as the angry and malicious crowd gathered outside the stall ready to pounce - the man did the only thing he could do . . .
Gasp in horror.
I don’t think any man has ever feared for his life more as he dressed his daughter and tried to make his way from the can. She continued to say the dreaded phrase as they walked out of the stall when he was stopped at the door by several men who wanted proof that the girl was, in fact, his offspring.
Soon security arrived and despite his protestations the girl continued to utter the same phrase over and over – “You’re not my daddy.”
After great anticipation and phone calls and the final arrival of mommy the police finally accepted the fact that the girl was his.
As soon as Mommy arrived the girl gave in and admitted her game. When asked why - she simply said, “I don’t know . . .” and smiled.
You know that smile.
So beware all fathers out there. Just remember at any given moment your daughter can have you strung up by your testicles in public.
I'm just glad she looks so much like me. Nobody would believe her and they'd understand why she would want to distance herself from me.
Just thought I’d share that horror story.
Pickle’s Papa
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Wow!! That is scary.
It's kind of sad, if that were a woman and a little boy saying "you're not my mommy"...things would have been different
Posted by: Tony | 08/09/2006
Wow,. That sort of sounds like it was intentional. I've always heard girls naturally have a different slant on behavior and communication than boys do, but damn, that's downright tricky.
If TNB ever does that, she'll be in so much trouble...if I survive long enough to tell her mother.
Posted by: freezio | 08/09/2006
That's one of my favorite stories. I never get tired of hearing/reading it.
Posted by: Jen | 08/09/2006
Jen, I just remembered you were in the room when I heard that story. Nice. Memories. aahhhh
Posted by: Pickle's Papa | 08/09/2006
Memoryyyyyy, all alone in the mooonliiiight.......blech.
That story is WAY better than Cats.
Posted by: Jen | 08/09/2006
OMG what an incredibly scary story!!! Poor guy. He should get one of those Ident-A-Kid cards, in case his daughter tries to pull this trick again. At least then he'll be able to prove that this is, in fact, his kid.
Here from Jay's... I'm in the Cleveland area too. It's just big joyous fun living here, isn't it? :)))
Posted by: Goldie | 08/10/2006
wow... that is certainly not a very nice story... people keep trying to tell me I am lucky to have a simple little boy instead of a precocious little girl.. and this story just convinced me completely....
Posted by: the mad momma | 08/10/2006
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