Clementine woke me up yelling at 4:00 AM this morning. “Daddyyyy!” “Daddyyyyy!” I made my way to her room in the dark, and found her laying down wide awake in her bed. I asked her what was wrong, and she replied, “I saw a bug in your office a few days ago.” When asked why it was that she felt compelled to share this with me now, she said that she’d just remembered.
She’s been coming up with great stuff these last few days. Yesterday, in the car, she told me that she’d just seen “a naked man, cleaning his porch.” I was tempted to turn the car around verify it, but she’s rarely wrong when she says she sees something, and, if she did see what she said she saw, I didn’t want for her to have to see it again. I wish I had a tape recorder with me. The way she said, “He didn’t even have any underwear on,” so matter-of-factly, was just beautiful… Thank you, Ypsilanti!
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A: I wasn’t “naked.” I was wearing socks and slippers.
B: I wasn’t “cleaning. I was looking for my lighter.
My own daughter can tell the difference. Maybe if you spent a little more time at home, yours could to.
I think I saw that same guy a while back. The first words out of my mouth were, “Is that art?” That was the moment when I reaized I had been living in the Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti area too long.
Ever notice how Clementine looks like L. Ron Hubbard??
And she smells like Manson.
How does Manson smell?
With his nose…