She’s killing me, I tell ya.
My Little Cake Boss Diva.
She is faithful… Faithfully late, that is.
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She reminds me of the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. By virtue of his timepiece, the rabbit knows he is late and is frantic about it.
And my Little Cake Boss Diva Rabbit also has a clock; it is the world’s biggest clock and it is on the home screen of her iPhone. You know. She has to swipe through it to get to her precious texting screen.
But unlike the rabbit, she does not panic when she sees the world’s biggest clock for it apparently serves no useful purpose. Perhaps she is blind. For her, it is better to be three hours late than one minute early.
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Believe me.
It is a daily school nightmare ritual when she stays with me. The school bell rings at 8:55 am. Sometimes, she finally gets into the car at 8:54 am… still barefoot. But by the time we get to the school, she is still barefoot because she has been messing around with her hair in the backseat while looking at herself on her iPhone… You know, the one with the world’s biggest clock.
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Her precious dance classes are no different. Let us take one example; mind you, she has EIGHT dance classes a week.
Her ritual is this. Say her dance class starts at 6:30 pm.
Brooke at 6:15 pm from her bathroom (with a mirror that the vain and wicked stepmother in Snow White would be jealous of), “OK, I’m ready.”
I can still hear her hairbrush clanking against the sink along with the occasional hiss from her hair spray. I don’t move from my couch.
Me, at 6:25 pm: “Brooke, we need to go…”
Silence… but I can hear her rustling in her room. Maybe she’s looking for her dance shoes. She’s got four kinds of them, you know.
Me, at 6:29 pm: “Brooke, I’ll be waiting in the car, okaaay?”
Silence…
A minute later, out she comes… Yes! Oops. She goes back in again. Half a minute later, she emerges and runs to the car…barefoot. But she drags along her bag that has Nordstrom’s entire shoe selection in it. No kidding. I guess she couldn’t decide which dance shoe to wear for this one class.
We get to her dance school in a couple of minutes but it’s 6:32 pm already. I carefully drive into the cramped war zone called a parking lot; it is filled with crazed dance moms who stop their battle tank dead in the middle of the aisle instead of off to one side to let their daughters off. One mother actually turns on her emergency blinkers. Nobody can move until that mother moves. But they don’t care… because their battle tank is equipped a 105mm cannon…front and rear. Nobody dares asks them to move to one side.
Brooke? She’s still putting hair pins into her “bun”.
There are other late mothers lining up behind me, still trying to battle their way through the war zone littered with SUVs and minivans going every which way except forward. I can see she still is not ready so I need to find a parking spot in this war zone. Unfortunately, these mothers in their SUVs think they truly are in M1A1 Abrams battle tanks and take up two spots. They do it on purpose, relegating us lowly men to one. They believe they are entitled to two spots. After all, this is California, land of entitlement.
After a minute or two, I step out of the car. I can’t stand to watch. She is still fussing with her hair bun. (Remember: she said she was ready at 6:15?)
Oh-oh… Here she comes. It’s 6:40 pm. Class started ten minutes ago.
What’s this?! She’s got her shoes on? Golly-gee-willikers. And she’s running like the rabbit? Perhaps she has finally realized she is… late?
Nahhh….
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By the way… I am always on time. My oldest daughter is always on time, too. She got that from me.
…But my Little Cake Boss Diva’s (non-)sense of time? You can figure that one out.
Masako and Spam Musubi 
Such an enjoyable post! So many like your lovely little daughter. 🙂
Thank you. She is a handful!
A joy!
I keep telling you, Koji, you need to write a book. Title it, “She’s Killing Me: Survival Stories of a Single Dad and his Little Cake Boss.”
I’m pretty sure they’ll make a movie–or a television series. Seriously.
Remember….gaman.
LOL! Gaman only lasts for so long! I just wish I had your writing skills and imagination!
Erm.. well, At least she’s thinking big? if you can’t decide on which shoe to wear, just bring them all huh? but oh! no don’t tell her to hurry up with her hair, it’ll take longer then 😛
Now you tell me… 🙂
staying tuned for your next post heh!! 😛
I have a half memory that I was a terrible trial to my parents. Sadly, the only way she will learn to look at the clock is when she loses something she cares about by being late… a job, an exam…
I can’t believe you were not an angel, Hilary! But what is funny is… I keep telling her that… If you’re always late for work, you’re gonna get fired! 🙂
I agree with Jan … with proceeds going to the young lady you regularly malign.
Aw, sir… but she is killing me!
heheheh :):):):):)
It shall pass! 🙂
Poor, Koji. As I recall our daughter was a stickler for being on time to her ballet classes. She is still dedicated to organizing me when she gets the chance. 🙂 –Curt
You are one lucky man, sir. But my oldest one was so much different. She was an angel!
Well, your young one probably is as well, just of a different type. 🙂
Maybe she does it just to keep you on YOUR toes since you are NOT taking ballet. Or bike riding. Or ……. 🙂
Yeah CM … all he does is drive a yellow submarine.
Man, I can feel the love from the Marine Corps! 🙂
Straight to those hamburger and pasta joints!
Ha! Dessert for Po only! Lol
Hahahahahahahahaha! 🙂 That’s probably only fair after all of the grief I give you Koji. 🙂
…but I cook and clean and do their homework! LOL
Oh Koji…….don’t get me started on that!!!!! 😉 And just to be fair, you ARE a master cook!!!!!
OMG the baby photo! My mother used to give me the same ‘hairstyle’ too. I guess the ‘chommage’ fashion is popular for girl babies 😀 😀 Your ‘little cake boss’ seems like such a sweetie – she lets you posts photos of her, right?
PS、良い週末を！
イバラさんも！
ありがとうございます！可愛いお嬢様によろしくお伝えください☆
Haha! 丁髷！そうですね。ブルちゃんは写真嫌がっていますけどストーリ書いているのは知っています！
Brooke will be Brooke, when it comes to the aliens we call teenagers – I’m lost. But she is precious, isn’t she?!!
Yes, she is my little girl…that is driving me nuts. She is such a girlie! ☺
She sure is!!
I’m sure she is endearing rather than exasperating. Well, in retrospect anyway. Lovely post, thank you.
Thank you again, good sir. Yes, she’s my little girl – brilliant but excellent in driving me nuts.☺
Maybe she does this because her dance class teacher’s very strick like “every single hair must 100% absolutely be pinned” haha 😂 . That baby girl’s photo is so darn cute!
…but EVERY teacher?! LOL. And thank you for your kind compliment.
I’m like you Koji, always early or on time. Yet there is something I admire about free spirits like your beautiful girl. I have a dear friend whose concept of time is much like your Little Cake Boss. I love her to bits, but I know to always show up at least a half hour late whenever we meet. Love the dance clip and baby photo! So adorable! :)))
LOL, Jeannie! Free spirits chain their dads! Ha! And thank you for your nice comments… I wish she would just be ready for school so Jack won’t be marked tardy…
This was hilarious. I bet your granddaughter is thrilled she’s a star of your blog. I write about my daughter a lot, too, in my USNA blog. She’s very patient with me.