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Thursday, April 08, 2004

Who's Taking the Minutes? 

Two Tuesdays ago, it was my turn to pick the kids up from school. I picked up Alexandra first, as is my usual habit. She was a bit tired and agitated that afternoon, as is her usual habit. After belting her into her booster seat, I asked her what was wrong and started driving to Tamarac to pick up Marc.
"I forgot to tell Grandma. It's real important!" she cried. "We have to go to Grandma's because I got a meeting with Grandma and I forgot to tell her. We got to go. I got a meeting!"
I tried to calm her down. Not too successfully.
"Honey. You don't have meetings with Grandma. What are you talking about?"
"I got a meeting with Grandma. I forgot to tell her!"
So... on the way to Tamarac I had to break one of my own rules and give Grandma a call while I was driving. Alexandra insisted on talking to Grandma, herself. Of course, my mother had no idea what she'd been talking about until I explained it to her, myself... while trying not to laugh too hard at the idea of my little 6 (minus 59 days) year old daughter managing a business meeting.
Grandma was happy to oblige her, though. Especially since my sister Sue and her son Sam were eating dinner at Grandma's.
Me and the kids ate out and arrived just as Grandma, Sue, and Sam finished clearing the table.
Alex sat at the head of the table and paired us up. This meeting was going to be the boys against the girls, apparently. Our first assignment was to work in teams to write a poem. Alex provided the first line for the one Sam and I were to create. She provided two or three lines for Grandma and Sue.
Sue was pleased as she read out their poem, as was I as I read out the poem Sam and I had put together.
I can't remember the girls' poem but ours went something like this:
Roses are red.
Daisies are yellow.
My cousin Sam
Is a very nice fellow.
Unfortunately, the girls earned an A+ while we boys were granted a measly C+.
Our next task was to build a tower out of dominos. Sam built his own... lying flat on the table. Mine towered high and was pretty stable. Sue's never got more than 3 or 4 dominos high.
Madame Alexandra walked around the table an awarded Sue an A+, me a C+, and Sam an F+.
Notice any patterns? Could the boss be gender biased?
Math came next. "What's ten plus ten?"
I wrote down my answer: 100. This time, amazingly, I received an A+.

I guess it pays being Dad, sometimes. Heck. I think it brought my average up to a B-!

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