Jesse James (gotawaywithit) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-26 12:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | divorce, jesse james, sato |
Who: Jess and Mary James, and OPEN
What: Spoiling children to make up for what's going to be a rough few weeks
Where: Hell The American Girl Place, 49th and 5th
When: Tuesday, after school
Warnings: None
"None of these dolls have fencing stuff," Mary said, looking up at Jesse as if he was going to fix the problem. "Just the ballet and karate stuff."
"Well... I suppose a lot of dolls just don't like to fence?" What the hell was he supposed to say, staring at an entire floor filled with accessories for dolls? Why did children have so many toys these days? Why was there an entire store filled with dolls? And why, on a school day, was it overrun with little girls, most of whom seemed to be much louder, more spoiled, a damn lot less well behaved than his own Mary. Jesse, like many of the other fathers being dragged through the American Girl Place by their daughters, looked thoroughly confused and lost.
Mary rolled her eyes at him. "Dad, your dolls can like whatever you want them to like. I want mine to like fencing."
"Do you want to look again?" Jesse asked her, fidgeting around uncomfortably. There were dolls everywhere and, forgive him, they were staring awfully creepy-like. "'Cept you've covered the entire floor."
"No..." Oh thank God, Jesse couldn't help but thinking. "I'm just gonna get the karate clothes."
"You sure you don't want the ballet things?" God forbid he miss an opportunity to convert his Tomboy daughter to the ways of womanliness and femininity.
Hoisting her backpack up on her shocker, Mary reached up to grab the boxes she wanted off the shelf and systematically started piling Jesse's arms with them. "Karate box one. Karate box two. Karate box three. Karate box four..." Mary happily taunted her father while she put the boxes into his arms. Jesse was beginning to regret this after school toy shopping jaunt. "'Kay, I'm ready to go pay."
That at least got a laugh out of Jesse. "Oh, are you payin' this time?"
"You're actually not that funny, daddy. Come on..." She turned, leading the way towards the cash register. And Jesse followed, willing to take out his credit card in order to make up for the beastly mood he'd been in the day before and to preemptively make up for the ghastly mood swings he knew were to come over the net few weeks.