So, The 12-Year Old Female Child To Whom I Am Related By Marriage
was sitting with me in the backyard recently, watching me get ready to cook a steak for the first time on my new Performer.
Child: Hey, "B" (her nickname for me), do you like your birthday present?
Me: Oh, yes, darling. You know I've been eyeing these grills for years!
Child: You know, "Dad" (said with sarcasm dripping from her voice as she and her birth-father have a terrible relationship) has a Weber Kettle, one of the smaller ones.
Me: He does? I didn't know that.
Child: Yeah. He knows less about it than you do and you just got yours. I've never once had a hamburger at his house that was actually done. Let me know when dinner's done...
Oof.
...and off she went to text her friends...
I'm using this interaction as her way of saying "love you, mean it." LQTM
BTW...the line "The 12-Year Old Female Child To Whom I Am Related By Marriage
", while a gag lifted from Tony Kornheiser, is something I do to keep the guy off my back. He has filed legal challenges against me calling her anything that ends with "daughter". Seriously.