The AK’s were busy preparing for the big party last night so Rlo and I stepped in to help. Since I’m worthless in the kitchen and cleaning bores me, they found a task I could handle: taking Little AK to her soccer game. Rlo was to meet us at the field with chairs and drinks. He was late. Which isn’t a big deal, but strangers were talking to me about parenting. Aughhhhh! I considered screaming “stranger danger” at the top of my lungs to get them to stop, but figured the scene wouldn’t be worth it.
Finally the game started and the parents left me alone. At the end of the first quarter Little AK ran over to get her drink. Her drink? Shit. Rlo hadn’t arrived yet, so I made something up about the dangers of being waterlogged during a soccer game. She bought it.
By half time Rlo had arrived with two chairs and two drinks: a Mountain Dew for him, and a Diet Dr Pepper for me. He, too, had forgotten a drink for Little AK. Clearly we would both make lousy parents. However, I wouldn’t be nearly as lousy because at least I shared my drink. Who cares if she ends up more dehydrated because of it. She’ll still love me more than Rlo because I shared and he didn’t.