I am sometimes a horrible parent.
I know- hard to believe.
But let me share a story from Saturday night with you.
My wife and I went out for the evening to enjoy dinner and music. We left our 3 children at home- none of them put in charge mind you. So our evening out was for about three hours and on our way home I called our oldest daughter. I asked her if she could meet us outside our home so she could give us some reusable bags and we would go buy soda and chips. She was more than happy to oblige, because junk food. We met her just up from our house and she decided she wanted to come with us. So I asked if she saw her brother or sister before she left. Now the fun began.
As we drove up the road to the store, I decided to call our other daughter on her new cell phone. She answered quickly so we talked for a bit. Then I asked where her older sister was because Random wasn’t answering her phone. She told me that Random was taking bags to meet us and had just left. I then put on “worried dad voice” and said that we hadn’t even left the restaurant yet. Darwin became frazzled and was sure that her sister was meeting up with us. I kept up the charade and told her I am hanging up the phone now to try and call her older sister back.
After a few minutes of my snickering in the car with my wife and Random, I decided to call Darwin back. Darwin was now in panic mode. She kept saying that she was certain her sister was going to meet up with us. I couldn’t help myself- I kept up the facade… I told her how much trouble her sister was going to be in when I found her. I then told Darwin that I had to go and make some phone calls. Moments later, Random began getting texts from a panicky little sister wondering where she had gotten to.
I went into the store and did the quick shopping with my wife. About ten minutes later we were back at the car just as our oldest daughter was getting a FaceTime call. Random answered it and promptly turned the screen into my face. All I could see was Darwin and Theory staring at me in disbelief. Then the connection went dead.
I tried repeatedly to call her. But she wouldn’t answer the phone. We got home and I tried to text her. My prank had not been received very well. My 13 year old daughter was right pissed off:
I was in her bad books for the rest of the weekend. At least I know she will look out for her sister. I also know that her sister didn’t play along with my prank. The two of them may fight and bicker, but in the end I know they have each other’s backs.
Now to try and make it up to my daughters. This one will be tough… I am worried they may seek revenge on me one day.