I never planned on having kids. Never thought I'd want them. Never considered them necessary. I didn't need them. But there was one unrealistic scenario I carried in my imagination, in case I ever did have kids:
I'd sit on the back deck steps with the Sunday comics, my daughter sitting between my legs, and we'd be reading the cartoons together. In the sun.
Not sure where this notion came from, but when I think about it, the convergence of things necessary to make it happen seem highly unlikely:
- Gotta have a back deck.
- Gotta have a kid.
- Kid's gotta be a daughter.
- Gotta have the Sunday paper.
- Gotta have a sunny Sunday (this might be one of the most unlikely-to-be-achieved requirements)
Anyway, my fantasy is in reach, I can realize this long-held daydream!
So here's the problem: When I look at the funnies with an eye toward reading them to K, I realize that M is right -- the comics suck. They're not funny. They're badly written and frequently don't make any sense. They. Are. Stupid.
Which means that either:
- I've got to discard my long-held and entirely preposterous dream of reading the comics to my daughter (and disappoint K in the bargain)
- I've got to read them to her and then try to explain why some woman with big badly drawn hair is happy to have said a lot of rude things to a co-worker about the co-worker's boyfriend, or why some fat man is yelling at his wife about the cat sitting on his lounge chair
Except, luckily, there's a 3rd option. Luckily I married M. Here's what she came up with (and remember, she doesn't even like to look at the comics!):
- Make up a story that (roughly) fits the drawings.
If you've been following along, you know that any story about a baby or a diaper, or a baby and a diaper, or a horse, or a baby and a horse and a diaper, is inherently of interest to K.
Problem solved! At least as long as we're willing to come up with some creative story lines.
New problem: You have to remember what you said the last time you "read" the comics to the girls, because they tend to bring those pages back to you later that day, or the next day, or even well into the week, and want to hear the story again. And they remember the crazy things you told them!
Let's just say that I'm still learning my way around this issue.