My talk with my daughter is funny as hell. The way she tells stories of our past make me laugh my ass off.
When her father died, she said that I appeared in the doorway of her room smoking a cigarette with my foot against the doorway. Supposedly I took a drag and exhaled saying: Your father is dead and laughed. This story is semi-true.
She states that when her daddy was in prison, he drew her a Care Bears on a hankie. - This story is true.
I was the tooth fairy and still have the teeth to prove it. She just told me she used to rip her teeth out to get the money. ~ I believe this to be true. She got $20 per tooth so it was a profitable deal.
Supposedly when she found her scooter under a blanket that she was not supposed to look under, she said that I said: I told you to stay outta there. I am Santa now whatcha gonna do about it? She said I laughed as she cried. I don’t think so. - She did find the scooter, but I told her that I bought it for Lisa and I was holding for Gracie. Out and out lie! ~ Confronted, she agreed to the truth.
Then she said, I popped out of nowhere into a doorway in Brooklyn to say: The cat is dead. All this time I am puffing away on a cigarette. Hell, I was not even around when Muffin died. ~ Out and out lie. I was in Canada and Muffin died in Brooklyn. There is still the question of whether mom poisoned the cat.
She states that we are different from apes as we have reason and don’t sit around all day flinging poop at one another. ~ We do fling poop, but it is a figurative type of poop that we sling.
She remembers that I told her to look at a tattoo magazine to distract her while Anna ripped her bandage off her foot. ~ That sounds about right.
Oh yeah, Gracie said that her ancestors are from Greece and that upon going to Italy they changed their name from Aceros to Soreca. Interesting note.
We are still on the phone so this may get longer. ~ 1/24/08 @ 7:08 p.m. EST
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