I never got to meet his daughter. My potential nemesis or future step-daughter (it all depends on how the girl plays it) was ill with the sniffles. I saw it as a manipulative ploy but said nothing to my boyfriend. One should never underestimate a toddlers sabotaging abilities.
Still, I have decided to give the child a chance. Actually I had no choice. Her “Chachi!”, as she calls her father when ñona, caught me off guard and put her on the phone. At least that’s his story. I conclude that her grubby, short fingers snatched the receiver from his hands and clubbed him over the head with the telephone before saying, “Hola!”.
The conversation went something like this:
“Sujeiry, yo fui para una fiesta en McDonalds y me dieron un Happy Meal y goze mucho ahi con los niños y me gusta Dora y yo vi a mi mama en McDonalds y tambien…tu sabes la pelicula de Angelina? Me gusto mucho y mi muñeca estaba sucia…”
Stop! I yearned to shout. I knew what she was doing. This 4-year-old was using mind control to get me to take her to McDonald’s and buy her a Dora doll. And who the hell is Angelina? Did she think she was speaking to Lara Croft? Then she said, “Sujeiry”. She said “Sujeiry” as if my name were made of Skittles and Now & Later. She continued with her story and my cold heart began to melt. By the third minute, I was hypnotized by her high pitched voice, slight stutter, and contagious energy. Hours later, I found myself on KBG Deals, purchasing “$20 for $40 worth of design your own clothing from FashionPlaytes“. I envisioned myself bringing my laptop to her home and helping her choose articles of clothing for her and her brand new doll. And that’s when it hit me. My boyfriends 4-year-old daughter had me in her clutches. I only hoped that she’d not want me as her nemesis but as her potential step-mother.