this past weekend Martin started rehearsing his BIG SPEECH.
It is very important to him. He wants to get every word right. He wants every nuance and shading of meaning to be perfect.
Of course he’s starting just a tad early. This speech won’t be needed for at least 14 years or more.
It’s the one that starts with the words “You lay one hand on my baby girl and I’ll……..”
On Sunday evening, it finally hit Martin that
“I’m going to be raising a DAUGHTER!”
I think what triggered it was that i bought a little tiny dress last night. So now we had something in the baby drawer other than just unisex onesies.
DADDY PANIC has now set in.
He’s started assessing the local toddlers for future earning potential. He’s sure that every boy who will want to date Ginny is going to have EVIL INTENT. He’s obsessing about hem-lines and curfews. Oh and ear-rings.
I was AFRAID to even mention make-up. It might have overwhelmed his senses.
This is just going to be so much fun to watch.