I'm the worstest Dad ever.
Jun. 6th, 2008 08:39 amYesterday's crisis starts as I'm walking from first Avenue to third in downtown, through a rather unpleasant neighborhood (a drug rehabilitation outpatient center is on second, and there's a dive bar on third, so the locals can be rough, although the city put a dog park in across the street from the bar in the hopes of attracting more upscale people to the neighborhood) and Omaha calls me.
She tells me that I'm going to be unhappy. Yamaraashi-chan came home this afternoon to tell her, "I can't wait for the concert this evening!"
( "What concert?" Now with extra Mom-generated angst! )
She tells me that I'm going to be unhappy. Yamaraashi-chan came home this afternoon to tell her, "I can't wait for the concert this evening!"
( "What concert?" Now with extra Mom-generated angst! )
