Rekindling the Romance

It was winter time almost 15 years ago when I received a dare.  Yes a dare!  This was the point in my life when I was young so why take a 'dare'. 

A male co-worker of mine had stated he had a new roommate and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him.  I tossed the idea around for a couple of weeks but never really committed to anything.  One Friday evening we were having a "Going Away" party for this co-worker.  Before the get together he said to me, "I bet you don't have the guts to go to where Craig works and ask him out."  There it was....the dare.  To which I replied, "Yeah, yeah....what.  ever."  Then it was like a scene out of the movie, "The Christmas Story."  He said, "I triple dog dare ya." 

Game on buddy!!!

I hoped in my car and drove to Craig's work.  A little background...Craig's work was a grocery store.  It was a Friday evening, around 5:00 p.m..  It was busy.  Nonetheless, I walked into the store, made my way through the crowd, and marched up to one of the cashiers.  "Is there a Craig Trussell that works here?"  The cashier gave me a weird look.  So I said, "Craig Trussell?  I've never met him but he's suppose to work here."  All she did was point in the direction behind me.  I turned around and there he was....right behind me.
(there's a little more to the story but I'm not gonna bore you with the details)

And the rest they say is history....

I may have made the first move, or I like to tell people I picked him up, but let me tell ya the man was a charmer.

So last night, we went grocery shopping and happen to be close to that grocery store (we probably haven't shopped there for 15 years).  Upon walking in I remembered that night. 

"Aww honey, this is the place where we met.  You wanna relive the moment."

"Nahhh....I don't need to charm you anymore...we're married."

Nice. 

"Are you sure we are related?"

"Mom, are you sure we are related?"

This is what came out of my dear sweet daughter's mouth the other night.  Let me give you a little preface...

Megan is a 'princess', a drama queen, a diva.  She doesn't even deny it.  She likes to play dress up.  Her favorite Christmas present was a makeup set from her brother.  She would paint her fingernails every day of the week if I would allow it.  She has been asking for high heels for about a year now.  Ok..please keep in mind her idea of high heels is probably not YOUR idea of high heels.

I, on the otherhand, am anything but a diva.  I RARELY (and I do mean rarely) wear makeup.  I don't have fingernails so what's the use in painting them. I DESPISE dresses.  And if you see me in a pair of high heels you better be walking behind me to catch me because guaranteed I will fall! 

So I guess in some sense, we don't have alot in common.  But I didn't realize that aspect was going to hit me so hard when it came to the following conversation.

Craig and I had received a little 'Christmas Money' this year so we decided to go do some shopping.  Craig wanted (needed) and new pair of tennis shoes and I headed for the clothes department.  Which also meant that Dalton headed with Dad and Megan stayed with me.  As we are looking through the clothes Megan starts with the questions:

"Mom, why don't you wear dresses?"
"Mom, do you not like high heels because you never wear them?"

So trying to be as polite as possible I answered her questions to which I got this reply:

"Mom, I just don't understand.  You don't like dresses and I love dresses.  You don't wanna wear high heels and I do.  We are nothing alike.  Are you sure we are related? Are you sure you gave birth to me?  Am I adopted?"

All I have to say is....

Sounds exactly like something I would say!!!  You are DEFINITELY my child!!