While I was finishing the last letter, Ken decided to play Kinect with Jordan. Everything was great as long as she was winning (of course), and when she was losing, I could hear, "Dad!! Ugh! I HATE you!" and other really wonderful, warm and tender responses from the youngest child. I love that he didn't let her win though. She has got to learn how to lose. (And just for the record, I have NO idea where she gets this from!)
On a side-note, Ken shared a conversation he had with Jordan yesterday. He took me into our room for privacy. Apparently, Jordan was telling him about the last time she talked to her Daddy C on a phone call. I know that she hasn't wanted to speak with him lately, but I wasn't going to ask her about it. Ken repeated the conversation to me:
Jordan, "So, I haven't talked to Daddy C in a while. Do you think he's a woos?"
Ken, "Um, why would you ask that, Sweetie?"
Jordan, "Well, the last time I talked with him, he was saying that he was going to cry every day because he couldn't see us over the summer."
Ken, "OK."
Jordan, "Yeah, I told him to 'Man Up, Dude."
Ken (at this point working very hard to keep a straight face), "Why would you say that?"
Jordan, "Really?! He's going to cry every day like a little baby? Whatever! It's his choice not to see me, so why cry about it. I guess he thought I'd feel bad for him. Whatever."
I asked Ken if she seemed upset about this. I'm always so afraid that their father's games will play on their hearts and minds, but he said she was typical Jordan. Totally just out-there about it, but apparently her facial expressions and mannerisms made this even funnier. Once I knew she was OK, I started laughing about it. That child has ALWAYS said exactly what was on her mind.
Ken and I are still laughing about it though. "Man Up, Dude!" Hahahahaha! One day, that man will find out what his daughters actually think of him, and I cannot feel bad for him.
Ken and I are still laughing about it though. "Man Up, Dude!" Hahahahaha! One day, that man will find out what his daughters actually think of him, and I cannot feel bad for him.
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