Darren and Dani have always gone on Daddy-Daughter dates. I love that. She does too. OR at least, she used to.
Until this last one.
Darren really wanted to see an exhibit at the Kimbell Art Museum titled "Hatshepsut: From Queen to Pharaoh". I didn't care one iota about this exhibit and begged not to go. So Darren invited his next favorite date, our daughter. She was thrilled. She and he are nerds like that. (Take me to an exhibit of paintings or photographs ANY day. Take me to see sculptures. But don't take me to see historic crap pulled from tombs and vaults. I'm just not interested.)
ANYway. The exhibit was near the end of its run, and the line was long. As they stood there in the bright Texas sun, they struck up conversations with the people around them. One woman was caring for her infant neice and was changing a diaper. Diaper talk ensued, and Darren and Dani both participated in the conversation. (Darren was always a hands-on Daddy when it came to diapers, and Dani was 10 when the boys were born, so she's grown up as a built-in babysitter.) The conversation continued, and the woman looked up and said, "So do y'all have kids?"
Dani just about choked on her tongue, and Darren blinked real fast, saying, "This IS my kid!"
Dani was mortified.
It's bad enough that she gets mistaken often for Aidan and Ian's mother. Now she's been mistaken for her father's wife.