The Day He Realized His Little Girl Wasn’t A Little Girl Anymore
August 17, 2007 by Kaydee
It was a nice summer evening.
The door bell rang.
FATHER: Gets up out of his comfy chair and opens the door.
3 YOUNG MEN: “Hi! Is Kaydee home?”
FATHER: Without a smile and in his stern, protective, who do you think you are voice. “No.”
3 YOUNG MEN: Confused by the man’s harshness. “Do you know when she will be home?”
FATHER: Wanting to take the boys’ names to run background checks, he quickly replied… “Late.”
MOTHER: Worried about her husbands rudeness. “Ken, they’re boys from church! They’re boys from church!”
3 YOUNG MEN: Still trying to show their innocents. “Well, she said that you had a pile of wood that you might need chopped and we were wondering if we could do that for you?”
FATHER: Irritated by the boys persistence. “No.”
3 YOUNG MEN: Scared and wanting to run away. “Okay than, bye!”
FATHER: And without even a hint of a salutation, he shut the door.
In my later teen years, I didn’t attend the same church as my parents. After that night, they felt it important to attend the church that I was going to so they would know my friends better. 
Dear Kaydee, I LOVE your writing! I just found your blogsite today from the recommendation on your Mom’s and I haven’t been able to get anything done until I read all your entries. So nothing is done around here. Fortunately, Rich just walked in with 2 steaks and offered to BBQ them for dinner. Otherwise we might not even have had a meal tonight. I love your humor. You write just like you’d talk if you were sitting right here, which is a gift. Thanks for visiting me today and making me laugh out loud. I love YOU, Aunt Marla