:: laughter ::
"Mom, come here and look at this one."
We were killing time in TJ Maxx, waiting on Fisher to get off from work.
She held up a red mug as I took my receipt and joined her at the end of aisle cap.
"I saw this one and had to laugh" she said as she read aloud, 'Home is where Dad is.'
Really? Is that where it is? 'cause I don't think so. Isn't that just too funny, mom? "
I smiled at her.
What do you say to that?
Surely not what I was thinking: "This is what comedians are made of- laughing at the hard stuff "
We had almost reached the car when she picked the conversation back up mid-sentence.
"...and I just think about everyone, you know, who doesn't have a dad in their life... having to see that...and you know, like, Father's Day and stuff..."
Then, with the resiliency of childhood, she was on to sweeter things, pulling a sleeve of just purchased pistachio macarons from her bag to share with me ( five for her, one for me)
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I wrote that a little over a week before today, Father's Day.
I didn't feel like it had a sufficient ending and, not wanting to cause strife with her dad, I left it in draft.
Because you see, she does have one, still living and in town. But, he gave her a pass on today. A clever little uninvite that got him what he really wanted for Father's Day: to be left alone.
Same as last year.
Isn't it funny? We just have to laugh.