It seems recently Bethany and Erin were comparing childhood notes and realized that they both loved the 1988 movie "The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking" as children. Now, as it so happens, Sunday is about the only evening of the week that is a sure thing that all four of us are together at home. Last night after dinner the girls wanted to watch the above mentioned movie as a family unit. Sigh. OK.
Let me mention the obvious. I'm a guy and Baby Girl, Erin, and Denine had me out numbered. What choice did I have but to play along? So I was a good sport. I really was. I resisted the urge to find something to do in the man cave (garage) or stick my nose in a book. I was there. I was attentive.
I was especially attentive when the girls burst into song during the opening introduction. They roared "Pippi Longstocking is coming into your world. The one no one can keep down. No! No!No!". Every time a musical interlude started the girls were rocking the Pippi. I think Denine alternated between rocking along and laughing. I just sort of stared at them all gape mouthed and wondered what happened to the two young women in our house. Denine seemed pleased that I did not get up and dance during the musical numbers.
If we ever go to karaoke with the girls I trust and pray that the Pippi Longstocking theme song is on the play list. I'm just saying.
When the movie was over I still had this urge to do, watch or say something manly, but I did not give in. I stayed the course. I give Denine some credit for this change. After twenty-five years of marriage I am now a slightly more sensitive guy. However, I am no wimp. I did plant a stake in the ground for manhood. I informed the ladies that I might have played along last night, but if they bring any "Moulin Rouge" up in the house all bets are off.