Yesterday, I tried to figure out when this behavior had started. I decided that it had probably been going on for a month or so. So then I thought back to what might have occurred a month ago. That's when I remembered. Daisy turned seven a month ago. I'm no longer funny.
When she was five, we had a conversation that I wrote about nearly two years ago in this blog post:
The other sad bit was when I received confirmation that I'm only going to be able to make my daughter laugh for another two years or so. I had asked her a few months ago what age she would be when I would no longer seem funny. "Seven", she had stated. Well, at one point during Halloween, she was on a neighbor's doorstep with a couple other kids, waiting for the door to open. It seemed like no one was home, but one kid noted that he had heard some footsteps. I then noisily stamped my feet behind them. The eldest child turned to me and rolled her eyes. "Very funny. Ha ha ha" she sarcastically barked.
"How old are you?" I asked the girl.
"Seven," she ominously replied.
Two years to go.
Holy crap! I'm not funny to seven year-olds! She was right! That's just spooky.