One day Gabby is being a grump. I start blowing in her face.
GABBY: Stop, da-da.
GABBY: Stop! Don’t blow on me! I’m not a candle!
Gabby has taken a pen and drawn several “x”s on her arm, which she calls crosses. She shows them off to me at dinner one night.
GABBY: Look, dad! Look at my tattoos.
ME: Wow! Cool! Do you like tattoos?
ME: Are you gonna get more?
ME: Are you going to get a tramp stamp!
GABBY: (Eyes light up). Yeah!! (turns to mom) I’m gonna get a tramp stamp!
Gabby has two new hobbies – calling people on the phone and making up new words to songs. One day she calls me at work. I ask her to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle,” which she does, adlibing the last line to include something about poo-poo. She laughs.
ME:Can you sing, take me out to the ballgame?
GABBY: Take .. me out to the FOOTBALL game! Hahahahahah!
We’re eating dinner one Wednesday night – me, the Gs, the wife, the Teen and the Teen’s new boyfriend, B. We’re heading to church afterwards.
TEEN: Is Gabby going to Sunday school today?
ME: Of course not. … pause … It’s Wednesday.
B, WIFE and ME: (snicker, snicker)
TEEN: What? … I don’t get it.