Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Stink of My Presence

Being the excellent father that I am, I have lately been on the lookout for summertime activities for my kids. One such activity is second-run dollar movies at the Savoy Theater at 10:30 most mornings. This week’s show is Coraline, which I missed in the theaters and wanted to see.

So, I suggested to my 12-year-old daughter that we might go together. It turned out that Jill had already suggested this to her, and my daughter was already organizing an outing with her friends. She was immediately horrified that I might want to go with them.

Being the excellent father that I am, I backed off, and said of course I wouldn’t go with her, knowing what an embarrassment of a human being I am, and how I would never want to saddle her with my presence in any kind of social setting.

However, I did want to see this movie. So, I suggested that I might let them go into the theater to get themselves settled, after which I would buy my ticket and then sneak into the theater. I would sit in the way, way back, even to the very corner itself, so that no one, especially her friends, would know I was there.

Her eyes widened, and a look of horror came across her face. Staying at home suddenly seemed a lot more appealing than going to the movies with her friends. But she did have a suggestion: “Can’t you just rent it if you want to see it?” No, not available yet on DVD.

Being the excellent father that I am, I made one more suggestion. What if I called the theater and found out whether the movie is showing on more than one screen? I could go in after her, go to an entirely different room from her, and we could still both see the movie. But alas. The stink of my presence is so terrible that even this arrangement was simply not acceptable. It would put her entire social status at risk, and she has worked too hard for the last year to jeopardize that with my being within the same building at the same time as her and her friends

Based on empirical evidence gathered over the last year, I think I now have a handle on which places are acceptable to be together, and which places are not:

  1. Acceptable: In the car, driving her somewhere she wants to go
  2. Acceptable: In our house, as long as she is in her room, and I am somewhere else.
  3. Unacceptable: The entire rest of the world.

I would feel bad about this, except that I remember being her age. My parents became astonishingly dorky when I entered middle school, even though objective observers might have claimed they had not changed at all. And the list above pretty much sums up my middle school experience too. But luckily, my parents came out of their embarrassing stage after a few years. Being the excellent father that I am, I'm hoping that I’ll come out of this stage in a few years too.


brownie said...

"...I'm hoping that I’ll come out of this [dorky]stage in a few years too."

Don't bet on it.

And Happy Father's Day.

Andy said...

too bad - Coraline is a great movie!

Anonymous said...

In another 10 years they'll think you're the greatest person. If you were a parent that never looked at your kid or never bothered to listed to what your kid cared about, then the child would remember that neglect for the rest of their life. It's more embarrassing to be the abandoned kid when everyone else has supportive parents.

Jenna said...

ha, ha. that is hilarious. you should have snuck in the back anyways and see if she even noticed. I'm so glad my daughter still likes being in my company (of course until our daughters are together and then I don't exist)...we'll see how long it lasts.

Nate said...

Hey Dan,

If this helps, Coraline will be playing at the Clintonia Eagle in Clinton IL on August 5th. The times are 9am and 11am. The price is free.