Susie needed help studying math tonight. We went upstairs to find a place that was quiet. She asked for me to prepare some word problems like the ones in her textbook. Each problem took a few minutes to solve, so there was quiet down time between me asking and her answering. After a few problems, she broke the silence with a question.
Susie (in softest, most innocent voice): “Daddy”
Me: “Yeah, baby?”
Susie (still soft): “Can I ask you a question?”
Me: “Of course, baby.”
Susie (still so sweet and innocent): “What’s a ‘douchebag’?”
I laughed endlessly at this point. It really took me a while to compose myself. I’m not sure it would’ve had the same impact on me if it wasn’t for the setting and tone.
Oh, and for the record, when I finally did pull it together, yes, I did answer her.