Most of you know that Nariah is a avid Cowboys fan. Well being here in Redskins country is bound to be full of interaction of opposing interests. Oddly enough, her afterschool program has staff that is split between the two teams. Nariah has taken a liking to one in particular who is down with the Cowboys. When I went down to the Cowboys home opener a few weeks ago, the request was made for me to find some nice Cowboys girly socks to bring back for Nariah’s new “protector”.
I didn’t find any socks down in Dallas, but… I did find this nice pack of Cowboys earrings; a set of three. A silver and blue star, a silver and pink star, and silver and blue Cowboys jerseys. I figured I could let her and “protector” figure out which ones they wanted to keep/share. When I picked Nariah up after getting back, the deal was worked out that Nariah would keep the two stars and the “protector” would keep the jerseys. Kinda how I pictured it working out as Nariah really liked the stars.
*Flash forward a week*
I pick up Nariah and as we walk thru the halls, she says that another staff member is a dallas fan and asked did I get her something too. “I’m sorry boo, I didn’t think about that. “Protector” asked me about the socks, so I really only thought about that particular request.”
“Oh ok, I wish we had gotten something else to give “Side Protector” too.”
“Hmmmm, well…. you have 2 sets of earrings…. you could always give her one of those?”
Now at this point, the sound of the footsteps went from clip-clip clop-clop to just clip clop. It didn’t really register to me until I held the door open for Nariah to walk thru that she wasn’t walking. She was still in the hallway… looking at me with this “Say what?” look.
She finally comes and we near the car. I know exactly what she’s thinking, but I’m trying not to laugh because I don’t how Nariah would take me laughing at this point.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You said you wanted to get her something right?”
She gives me this look that says “Daddy, don’t make me do it!”
“Ummmmmmm, how about… we just get her something when we go to Dallas again? Yeah, lets do that.”
I really wish I had a picture of her turned up face as she said this, classic comedy.
“Whatever you want baby!”
We both then bust out laughing as we put on her seatbelt and drive off.
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