“Wake up, it’s snowing!”
May 16th, 2007 by Accidental Thinker
That’s the line Kent uses to wake up Maia every single morning, as she explained to new friends the other day with a classically exasperated “see what a goofball dad I have” eye roll. Like he really thinks that in the stupor of sleep, she’ll forget that it’s practically summer or that we live in a tropical climate, leap out of bed, and race to the window to behold the miracle of a white winter wonderland.
My daughter would never fall for such a ruse to get her moving for school, so sometimes Kent alters the story and tells her it’s Christmas, and Santa came. Yet another failed ploy from the goofball dad to rouse Maia from her slumber.
Maia may think her dad is goofy now, but someday I guarantee she’ll be telling this story with fond memories instead of exasperated eye rolls. I know I do—I have my own fond memories of dads and the morning wake up routine. As a teenager I got my own phone line in my bedroom, and throughout high school my dad called me on my phone every single morning to wake me up. He was more reliable than my alarm clock, to my constant annoyance. But I secretly loved it.
Silly dads. You gotta love ’em!
My dad was a lovable goof-ball too. Maybe that’s a requirement for being a dad. And you’re right. My dad is gone now, but I fondly remember his horrible puns and goofy antics. You and your daughter are lucky to have such light in your world.
Monique ~ Atually the other day our Hawthorn Tree had so many flower buds on it (and at the same time it was windy too) that I really did think it looked like it WAS snowing! ~ jb///
I hope my kids say that about me some day.
…. gotta love ‘em! That was a fun post – very nice. :0)
Have a happy and safe Memorial Day weekend!! 😉
Okay, it’s not snowing any more. Let’s hear from you.
At least you got a phone call! I got fingernails trilling on my door until i got out of bed. I quickly realized that I could crawl back into bed and get a few more moments of shut eye before i heard his bedroom door shut. At that point I would jump out of bed and run into the bathroom as if i had been spending all that time getting ready. Maybe that is wheni developed my speedy primping routine.