Big Trouble

So I forgot to mention this last night when I posted about our weekend in Chicago. At the wedding reception, I learned a very important, very troublesome, fact: we are in a world of hurt if (when?!) we ever have a girl.

Now, this is not totally new information. I already knew that our pocketbook was going to take a hit thanks to yours truly. I may not be a girly girl (and you can bet I will do my best to keep pink and anything with the word "princess" on it out of my daughter's closet), but I am a sucker for bows and flowers and ruffles. I mean seriously, have you seen some of those adorable outfits for little girls?!? And all the headbands?!?! I die. But Darrell? He was supposed to be the level-headed one. He was supposed to be the one who would stay strong, who wouldn't cave to the pressure and dote on his little girl. He was going to keep himself from getting wrapped around that little girl's finger. And now? Well, I realize now that we are both screwed.

Here's what happened. We were seated at a table with one of the flower girls and ring bearers from the wedding party (they were cousins). Our main course--which was selected by the guests on their RSVP cards--had just been served. The little flower girl received chicken nuggets, which was the "children's" offering. Her cousin, however, selected one of the "adult" entrees, and was served a New York strip--as was just about everyone else at the table. That poor girl who had, weeks prior, determined that she wanted chicken nuggets instead of the other options, was now unable to understand why she couldn't change her mind. The server, who noticed the imminent meltdown, promised to go check in the kitchen to see if there were any steak entrees left. Meanwhile, as I was beginning to enjoy my steak, I noticed that Darrell had not yet touched his. And do you know why? He was waiting to see if there were any steaks left for the flower girl, because if there wasn't, he was going to offer to switch with her. That's right. My husband--lover of all things red meat--was going to trade his perfectly good (and perfectly delicious, I might add) New York strip for chicken nuggets just for the sake of keeping this poor little girl (who he didn't even know) happy. Thankfully, the kitchen was able to come through for the little girl and Darrell and the girl were both able to enjoy steak for dinner. But seriuosly though? How much trouble is Darrell going to be in when the little girl is his own flesh and blood? All it will take is a bat of her eyelashes and a "pretty please" and Darrell will turn to putty. I'd better start workingon my sternest "no" face--because apparently I'm going to have to use it on my daugther AND my husband (except when it comes to flowers and ruffles and hair bows and cute dresses, of course. I'll still say yes to all of those. Eesh, are we ever in trouble. Maybe we should just quit having kids while we are ahead).