Twinkle: Recording for Posterity

So a conversation with Lola made me want to record this for posterity (because I often end up referring back to Daddy Rabbit when I can't remember the details of a certain in-law infraction).

The other night it came up that the UK women's basketball team plays here this weekend, and Mr. Twinkle and my FIL were talking about going. I said they should totally take Twinklette: what cooler thing for her to see than a group of college women athletes competing in tournament play in front of lots of cheering fans?

GMIL looked at Twinklette and said, "Don't get any ideas." And, may I ask, why shouldn't she be getting any ideas? I think getting ideas--about any and all future possibilities--is exactly what Twinklette should be doing. I mean--yes--her genetic heritage probably destines her to be a point guard at best. But guess what: she's two--she can have whatever dream she wants.

At the same dinner my MIL b*tched at my FIL about coming home with herring (?) when she sent him to the grocery for other things, and he was all, "Why do I have to stick to your list?" There's a touch of rebellion in him, yet. And as to that, I say this: having a husband means ending up with weird sh*t when he goes to the grocery store alone. I always think it's kind of fun to see the novelties Mr. Twinkle comes home with after a trip to Kroger. Then again, he never really brings home herring; he's more of a Girl Scout cookie guy.

I asked MIL if SIL was ever in the brownies, but she wasn't. MIL said she was "too busy" with softball (really, in first grade?) and "other stuff" which MIL couldn't actually define. Now, I understand if brownie's aren't some people's thing...but do you know what I think? I think MIL thought merit badges, cookies, uniforms, and female friendship were too frivolous for SIL, so during regular brownie meetings the two of them stayed home and worked on multiplication tables and state capitols. And--guess what--nothing but nothing is too frivolous for Twinklette, so you can suck it, MIL! Bring on the tutus and the twirling! Or the drills and the dribbling. In fact, all Twinklette really has to do is be who she is, and I'll show up and cheer for her.

Meanwhile, SIL can't really hold her own in the realm of witty female repartee, but I'm sure she does know the difference between Bismarck and Fargo. And to my MIL, that's all that matters.