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Got to get Over the Hump!!

“I’m down to get down!  On Guard! Got to get over the hump!!” ~ Bop Gun, George Clinton  (What? Parliament doesn’t make you feel Christmassy?)

When we filled Emily’s Christmas Advent Elf this year we opted to have a “fancy” piece of candy poking out of Day 13.

Last year we filled each pocket the night before.  Or I raced out to the living room to try and beat her to the elf when I heard her coming down the stairs in the morning.

But this year she is old enough to not only be patient enough to not   sneak the candy out of each pocket early but she  actually seems to be enjoying the torture of waiting.

This morning I was getting dressed when I heard her asking what day it was.  I knew where this was headed so I ran out to the kitchen and grabbed my phone for a picture.  MQD, always the better teaching parent, says “The 13th?  What numbers make up 13?”

I think my grin gave it away.  “The 1 and 3!” as she grabbed the fancy candy with the Santa head from his #13 pocket. I reminded her that we had chosen that pocket because it was the halfway mark.

“No way!!  We are half way to Christmas!” she exclaimed.

It was everything I could do not to echo her sentiment.  No fucking way!!  IT IS HALF WAY TO CHRISTMAS!  We need to wrap gifts, and bake treats, and mail packages, and sort stocking stuffers and….. breathe.

I am having candy canes for lunch.

Tear the roof off the mother!!

As we were leaving to go the bus stop this morning I realized we were running well ahead of schedule so we opted to hop in the car and run a quick errand.  As we were driving I asked Em “Do you wanna listen to the band that dad and I are going to go see tonight?”

Parliament’s “Give Up the Funk” started filling the car with it’s funkitude and there were smiles all around.  I swear even Fisher was feeling it.

I pulled up to the bus stop and parked the car, turned around to see my little lady with a face full of tears.  I turned down the funk and asked her what was wrong.  “It’s just not fair!! Why can’t a kid see a good band EVER!?  I didn’t know you were going to see THIS band!!!”

I tried not to smile.  I really did.  But man, oh man, I was swelling with pride.  “Baby the first time I saw George Clinton and and the Parliament-Funkadelic I was twenty years old.  I promise you that I will take you to see them before you are twenty, okay?”

She seemed to think that was sufficient.  “Okay… fine.  Can you just turn it back up, please?”

Em has been bringing the funk since she was very small.   I hope I can make her proud tonight.