First things, first. I bade goodbye to Izzy, who had decided to garb herself in full celebrity attire, complete with shades and up-to-the minute Bohemian scarf dahlink.
"Hey Iz, you look cool dude," I said to her.
Pic.No.1. Izzy - totally gnarly sister
"Thanks," she replied lazily, and (I kid you not) lifted up her Hello Kitty sunglasses to gaze at me with disdain.
Blimey, I had the distinct impression that I was cramping her style.
"Don't even think about turning into a stage school kid," I commanded, somewhat aghast. Visions of small children donning false lashes and make-up filling my head - you know, like the ones you see in US Beauty pageants.
Pic.No.2. Miss Mini UK. Doing this to children is just wrong. Mind you, I am a bit old-fashioned with these type things
In order to divert her from her stage-school persona, I bumbled, "just think about how good you were driving the Fork Lift Truck, you were a natural."
Disdain lingered, and even though I considered her Fork Lift Truck training as a solid grounding for her transition into adulthood and employment, I could tell she wanted to get on the road to the Grandparents.
I gave her a kiss, and waved her goodbye (admittedly finally getting a big, cheesy grin), but once alone, I had a flashback.
I was at Parent's Evening at the school. The teacher was telling me about Izzy's progress and the fact that she liked dressing up and roleplay better than anything else.
"She is going to be good at drama that one," the teacher noted.
A chill went down my spine. This could be bad....... very bad. I mean, I am a no-nonsense engineer, how would I cope if Izzy turned into my nemesis - a drama queen?
Just to prove the point................
Pic.No.3. A day in the life of me.... as you can tell I haven't had my nails done
Pic.No.4. Could Izzy be mimmicking this hideous sight in the not too distant future? (not that the poor child is hideous mind you, it's just that she shouldn't be caked in make-up)
This is scaring me. I mean, if it happens we just ain't gonna get on. Kids shouldn't have fake tan and hair extensions; they should be outside digging in the mud, eating worms, and carefully picking a single daisy to lovingly present to you even though there are thousands more in the garden.
Uh huh. I love the worm-eating type, and I am sure I would have nothing to say to fake tan kid.
Ummmmm ...........maybe I should cancel Izzy's ballet lessons and enrol her on a mechanics course instead.......