You Want To Marry Who? … Not My Daughters!

To him they will always be his baby girls

This post is inspired by an “incident” as my husband refers to it :) involving two boys and our youngest daughter today on their field trip. I thought it was adorable, he was ready to get up from the dinner table and go gun shopping [kidding I promise!]. Boys take this as a warning & be sure you clearly understand the rules posted :)

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka – zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

If you want to date these two then you are going to have to go through him and of course their little brother who growls, sometimes bites and is very protective of his big sisters!

He doesn't normally look like this, unless he is participating in a 80's themed parade. But he can be scary and intimidating when it comes to anything involving boys and his little girls.

For a while now, Hailey has been telling us how nice Jacob is to her. I mean he did hold the door for her on their field trip to the pumpkin patch this fall & held her hand and helped her onto the wagon! How sweet is that right? Well, apparently Jacob “loves” our Hailey. He was very disappointed today when he found out that he was not going to be her bus buddy. He was even more upset when he saw that Connor was sitting right next to Hailey during the play. Apparently he REALLY wanted to sit by her. On the way home, Jacob and his bus buddy sat in a seat across from us on the bus. This is how the conversation went …

Jacob: Are you Hailey’s mom? Me: Yes, I am. Are you Jacob? Jacob: Yup! [long pause] So Hailey’s mom … I want to marry Hailey! Can I marry her? I think she is so pretty and my daddy tells my mommy a lot how pretty she is Me: That is so nice of your daddy! If you want to marry Hailey, you are going to have to ask her daddy. Connor: No Jacob! I want to marry Hailey! She is going to be my girlfriend!!  Jacob: No! You can’t! I am going to marry her. She is only almost 4 and already boys are fighting over her. Hailey: Don’t fight about it! I have enough jobs for both of you to help me with.

I about died laughing!! Apparently to Hailey being married means having someone to help her with jobs. Hopefully she marries someone who is as talented as her daddy is with construction, building & engineering! The other moms and I on the bus were awww’ing at the rest of the conversation that continued the rest of the way back to school. By the end of the conversation it was clear that not only did both boys want to marry Hailey, but they both are going to marry her.

Hailey’s way of solving it … Telling Adam “Daddy, it’s ok! I am going to go on a date to playland with both of them. Don’t worry!”

Adam is not fond of the idea that boys have noticed our girls and their “pretty brown m&m eyes” preschool boys & their compliments are so adorable but it was bound to happen! Until the day he walks them down the isle, I think he will be cleaning guns and sending out warnings!


One thought on “You Want To Marry Who? … Not My Daughters!

  1. Ahaha, too cute. Somehow, I think your little Hailey is going to be a tough cookie to break – she’ll teach those boys how to treat her right!

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