“Does she like to color?”
“Does she play with Barbies?”
“Does she sip on imaginary tea?”
He shook his head. Apparently his 4 year old is only interested in riveting television programing, like Dora the Explorer and Yo Gabba Gabba. That leaves me with quiet a conundrum as tomorrow I will enter his Bronx home and meet his little one as well as his mother and sister. The mother I’m not at all worried about. With a masters degree and a job, I’m a step up from the caliber of women he’s previously brought home to momma. But his daughter?
I just don’t know how to break her.
Should I challenge her to a staring contest? Should I force her to color and penalize her if she doesn’t stay inside the lines? Should I poison a cup of imaginary tea with Nyquil so she can snooze throughout my visit? (“I’m so nurturing and warm, she went right to sleep in my arms!” I’ll claim.)
No, that wouldn’t quiet work. So what then? I just don’t know. Though girls love me, this girl loves her daddy so much that I’ve been warned to keep my hands to myself to not wake the 3-foot green-eyed monster. I never thought I would get owned by a toddler.
So off I go on a Sunday evening to meet my nemesis…I mean my new best friend. Stay tuned as it will be a battle of Dorafying proportions.