My daughter is super smart.
Her grandmother often says she is smarter than all her grandsons put together. I am sure her grandsons do not appreciate the frequency she makes this announcement. I also do not believe it is an accurate statement. Her grandsons are all highly intelligent young men - they just have no sense of drive or direction at this point. Plus they are lazy.
My daughter on the other hand, while she can be lazy, has drive and self motivation. When I say self motivation what I really mean is she is motivated to make her brother her look bad. OK - not really look bad, just she likes to look stellar in comparison.
So she does her homework and gets good grades. She just started High School/College - a program where she will graduate High School with an AA degree (and save her mommy a fortune). So you can easily see why my mother (and I) would brag about her.
She is also a very social creature -though she doesn't believe it. Her friends are over all the time. They are into Anime and watch these "cartoons" (don't call them cartoons) in high frequency with her friends and brother. They do "Cosplay" and go to Anime Conventions and meetups and have a great time.
All of this would lead one to believe that she knows how to talk.
Unfortunately she only seems to have this ability with me when she wants something. (Example: Sometimes when I am chair dancing in the car I get a "no mom, no" as she shakes her head in what I like to believe is mock disgust.) Our main mode of communication are the eye roll and the shoulder shrug.
Me: Do you want shrimp for dinner?
Girl Child: Shrug
Me: Is that a yes or a no?
Girl Child: Shrug
Me: I don't speak shoulder.
Girl Child: Eye roll
Me: OK - spaghetti it is!
Girl Child - I said shrimp was OK.
Me: No you didn't.
Girl Child: I didn't say it wasn't.
Me: There is a difference. What do you want with the shrimp?
Girl Child: Shrug
I'm not sure I have asked a question and actually got an answer in over 3 years.
When I first brought my fiance' home to meet my children they were indifferent at best, rude at worst. After, my daughter asked why I needed to date. She felt that her and her brother should be enough for me. I tried to explain that adults have more needs then can be met from their children and at some point, if I have done my job right, her and her brother would leave me to live happy lives of their own. She didn't buy it.
I said in time she would understand. She already had friends who had boyfriends. She doesn't understand that either - "what's the point in "dating" when you can't actually go out on a date, seems stupid".
Anyway - she has been determined to not like my finace' - who we will continue to call "The Intruder" for the time being.
She did allow him to take her shopping once. She had a convention or something to go to and she really needed a shirt made with some funky design at the mall. And of course, being a teenager, she needed it NOW!!!!! So instead of waiting for me or my mother to take her later in the day, "The Intruder" was off work and offered to take her to the mall. Everyone was stunned when she jumped at the chance. His only the stipulation was - she couldn't spend the whole time listening to her iPod. To our disbelief, she agreed to that too. She didn't exactly talk to him, but she wasn't rude at least. She actually must have talked to him a little bit at least. I know this because not only did she come home the shirt she needed, but also a pair of $55 shoes, that he helped her purchase (by that I mean he lent her the money - but suspected he was never going to get repaid - which was a good guess).
Heck - she even let him take pictures of her (with phone) in her outfit to send to her friends (not something she lets me do without large amounts groans and those infamous eye rolls). You might think that this would have helped open her up a little and she would grow a spark insight that might say "this guy isn't all bad". Instead, for maybe 2 days, she didn't give him the evil eye. Then - back to normal.
I expected a giant temper tantrum when I told her "The Intruder" and I were getting married. Maybe even an "you don't love me" or "you love him more than me". But no - I didn't get anything. She looked me in the eye - held her gaze for a second - then shrugged and went back to what she was doing.
I'm still waiting for the explosion.
Next- My Son - The Charmer
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