Brotherly Love

The other night, I was walking out of Shaynie's room when she asked me ""Dad - can I marry my brother?"  I stopped in my tracks, unsure how to answer that.  So I asked her why she wanted to know. She then said "Because I like him so much"

After explaining to her the sad but true realities of why marrying into your own family is  a BAD idea and thus not allowed by law, I kissed her for being so sweet. The kids are at an interesting age in between young adults and children.

On that same note, Shaynie has developed a real angst over being late for school (not sure where that comes from?).  We pick up another boy on our way to school most mornings, and that sometimes makes us late. This has caused more then a few tantrums, fits and loud moaning. These episodes provide a glimpse of the teenage years looming not so far in the hazy distance.  What are we in for?  In any case, I told Shaynie that if she wanted, and was ready really early, I would walk with her to school, so she could be on time. We would let Mom bring Weston and the other boy.

There is nothing wrong with the image above. It is of Shaynie, standing in my bedroom doorway in the wee hours of the morning, fully dressed and ready to go to school. It was pitch black outside. I told her it was still a bit early -and that the school had to actually be open!  Then I asked her to go have breakfast.

However, we were soon on the road (once the sun came up).

She was in a great mood. Chatting the entire way about uplifting subjects and cheerful topics. It was amazing.

All too soon we had reached the gates of her school. Best of all, we were early!

As I watched her disappear into the castle, I felt a pang of sadness at the ethereal and fleeting nature of childhood, but was buoyed by  the positive experience we had just had. Perhaps we will make it through the teenage years after all?  Fingers crossed!