I am watching a movie. Vanessa is in the room with me but she is playing waitress. Two things are wrong here from my end – while the movie is in her background, it’s still probably not something she should be watching. And well, I keep asking her to fill my wine. Don’t judge. I’ll tip her.
As she is walking back into the kitchen with her tray in one hand, apron around her waist and my wine bottle in the other, she stops to look at the TV which is now featuring a scene in a strip club. The music is loud, the girls are gorgeous and truly impressive as they defy gravity swinging around their dance poles in moves that would hurt my back, make me dizzy or look like a total ass even trying to pull it off (imagine a curvy women with a soft core twirling around a pole while on tip-toes trying to swirl down into a sexy ground pose but rather gaining too much speed on the swirl so that she is curling around the pole and sliding to the ground like a snake shot with a tranquilizer. Very hot). But Vanessa sees something else in her mind – she has high hopes when she asks “Mommy! Isn’t she pretty? Can I do that when I grow-up?”
Well…stripper or waitress seems possible today but maybe she’ll do something great that will make it seem like a doctor or teacher could be possible too! I guess I can start filling an empty wine jug with singles and also keep buying savings bonds until her path is clear. I’ll be ready for anything – and so will she.