Girls' Night

So, tonight was "officially" Girls' Night for me and TripleAy. TripleAy is my daughter. She's a minor, so shall remain protected from the 3 people who are currently reading my blog and probably changed one of her dirty diapers at some point. But I'm a responsible parent, dammit. It's one of the things upon which I pride myself. That along with the wonderful ability to NOT end a sentence with a preposition.

So anyway, it was "officially" Girls' Night because I called it. And anyone who's ever been a child or been around a child understands the importance of "calling it". For those of you unchildish folks, "calling it" means you just say that shit and mean it. So I called it tonight.

TripleAy is amazing. And I'm not just saying that because I spent 26 hours of pure, unmedicated HELL trying to get her out of my body nearly 8 years ago. Naahhhhh.....she's a pretty cool kid.

Why, you ask?

Well, for starters, she's got knowledge of self. Honestly. This girl told me the other day why she needs new friends. Her thing is "I'm smart, I get my work done, I don't like to talk a lot in school unless my assignments are complete, I study, I dance, I sing, I make my own clothes and I need friends who do the same."

I also exploit her innate sense of style. And since I'm doing all this revealing here, I might as well tell the world (well, the three total people in my reading audience) that I ask her for advice on my outfits every morning. Nine and a half times out of ten, she's going to dress me better than I dress myself.

Oh, and she's planning a birthday party for me....and Sasha Obama this year. Our birthdays just happen to fall on the same day. Of course, that was TripleAy who did the research on that. She's penciled into her dad's calendar to go over party themes, the menu and a venue. Now don't take this as an off-handed invitation. Your sense of style and ability to create sparkling conversation will have to be evaluated by TripleAy before you can even think about being considered for the guest list. Sorry.

So, back to Girls' Night....

TripleAy starts running track tomorrow so she needed real running shoes. We head over to the sporting goods store and she starts looking at shoes. Number one on her list of priorities - PINK. TripleAy bleeds pink, okay? After the pink consideration came comfort. So TripleAy bugged the salesman out by strapping on her shoes and literally running laps through the aisle to make sure that the shoes fit properly. All the while, I'm trying to figure out what good deed I've done in a past life to deserve such a dynamically vibrant human being to parent. So she finally settles on a pair that are pink, comfortable, AND within budget (I told y'all she rocks).

Afterwards, we head over to the Asian-American food spot (I refuse to call it Chinese) and grab a bite, and laugh like old friends over moo-shu and tofu. TripleAy does an uncanny imitation of Andrew Zimmern (Travel Channel, stand up) and had me nearly spitting into my Singapore Sling at her rendition of eating a live shrimp on a boat in the remote South Pacific.

In the midst of laughter and trading stories, TripleAy looks at me and says "Mommy, Girls' Night has never been THIS fun!!" And in that moment, I heard the Chorus of Naysayers start doing scales, getting warmed up to serenade me with one of their old mental hits. You know...something along the lines of "you're not good enough, you're not good enough...." But this time, it was different, because this time, I looked into TripleAy's eyes and her happiness and excitement in THAT moment was enough to shut the Chorus of Naysayers the FUCK up!!

I'm a bomb mom!

That's all.

Oh...and Girls' Night rocks!!