
She’s killing me, I tell ya.
My Little Cake Boss Diva.
If I were a cat, I am on my ninth life.
Well, maybe my tenth.
Unfortunately, I am a dog. A dog that loves to sit on a human’s legs. But unfortunately, dogs don’t have nine lives, you know.
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Her mind is on summer vacation; school is out this week. It is a signal to her brain to cease functioning. Well, not completely. She can still text like crazy.
While her brain is normally stock full of smarts, it is now replaced with shades of nail polish, texts, BFFs, the mall(s), dance… and scatter-itis.
Scatter-itis, like scatter-brained in layman’s terms.
And she did not get that from me – but since it is me who is writing this, I can say that.

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My Little Cake Boss Diva was with her mother last week and as in every school year before, she has to turn in her textbooks.
Simple…unless your brain has stopped functioning.
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So my last visit to the gallows started at her orthodontist on Friday morning, June 12th. Not that her mother told me she was taking her.
I will let my Little Cake Boss Diva’s texts speak for themselves:


So I planned to be at home when school got out… so she could see for herself her textbook wasn’t here LIKE I SAID. One thing about my Little Cake Boss Diva: once she thinks she’s right, not even a jackhammer the size of Bumblebee can break it up. (She did not get that from me.)


I slowly bled to death in those seven hours. I had so many morphine shots administered that addiction is looming. And perhaps you may be wondering why we didn’t talk on her iPhone that I bought and pay for monthly?
Don’t ask.
Somebody, please help me.
I am running out of lives.
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BUT, the saga of her killing me for the bazillionth time is not over… Not just yet. She is still with her mom who is supposed to take care of all her dance stuff by virtue of the divorce agreement. (You know, the same mom who apparently made no real effort to locate her textbook.)
The very next day – June 13th – my Little Cake Boss Diva was thoughtful enough to have arranged for my funeral services. She even gave the eulogy from her mid-day Saturday dance class via iPhone. Isn’t technology amazing?
Her eulogy via her iPhone began like this:
Luckily, I was an un-dead. I had not been cremated yet so I managed to get into my car and drive to her dance studio by 12:30. While I was certain her precious sheet of paper was not in my house, I knew she would not be satisfied unless she came to inspect her impeccably un-tidy room herself. She thinks she’s always right, you know.
So she comes out a few minutes late (as usual), lugging her abundantly odoriferous dance bag and her plastic “dance bucket” filled with 1,000 pairs of her various dance shoes.

As soon as she got in, I expertly maneuvered the car out of the battle zone filled with crazed dance moms driving their battle tanks. I think my Little Cake Boss Diva expected me to give her a piece of my mind for the textbook fiasco just the day before but I instead calmly asked, “Brooke, are you SURE it’s not at mama’s or in your dance bag?”
“Yessssss-ah! And it’s not at mama’s!” she annoying replies in her valley girl phonetics.
I look at her bucket and see a small corner of a piece of paper through the jumbled mess of 1,000 pairs of shoes. “Brooke, did you look in your bucket? The bucket you carry to dance class five days a week?”
“Yessssssssss-ah!” she instantly says while gesturing with her hands, palms up, fingers spread out… then looks down at the bucket, pushes around a couple of shoes, and pulls out the paper she was looking for… You know, the vital paper she said was not at her mother’s house but at my house…in the bucket she sticks her manicured fingers into many times a week.
“Oooops… Hee-hee-hee…” grinning then saying, “Sorry.” No sorrrrry-ah, though.
I turn the car around and drop her off without saying a word. My body is late for the cremation, you know.

You should never have gotten her the jacket with the inscription “Princess”.
Haha. Thank you for your wisdom, sir! 🙂
I’ve felt your pain, though my daughter is engaged so she’ll have another man to torment, err, I mean love. ;-D!
LOL, Russ! She’s gonna love ya for that! 🙂
You are a softie, Koji. 🙂
Um, Peggy… May I ask a question? Is Curt a softie? LOL
I asked Peggy. She said no and described me as a wonderful challenge. Hmmm. In my own defense, I would point out that she normally gets her way. –Curt
Hormones? 😀
RAGING! LOL
These are the easy days Papa.
They are? I was unaware of that… See? Wisdom does not come with age!
No, it comes from experience….. So oldest daughter did not prepare you for this???? 🙂
She was an angel…until I found out at her wedding that she was ditching high school!
What???? 🙂 Well, in defense….she seems to be doing pretty darn good!
I would say – ‘I told you so’ or ‘I said this was going to happen’ – but we’ve been friends too long for that…. I’m just concerned that you have used up your 9 lives already when you still have so many more years to go!!!! 😈
gpcox, I am one of those zombies you see in the movies!
Repeat after me…. 🙄
This is so cute 😀
But makes me wonder: Why a “bucket”? Why not another bag or something?
Well, “Fox-san”, her dance school gave out these buckets a couple of years ago for the girls to stash their shoes in during competitions or performances. Their thinking was it would make stealing a bit more difficult or prevent the girls from losing their shoes. Not true! LOL
Dads everywhere will sympathise with this!
Haha!
優しいお父さんがいる娘さんは、本当に幸せですね!
Lucky girl! 🙂
僕はアンパンマンです。殴られても美味しいアンパン食べれば又元気になります!Haha!
アハハ!ほんっとに素敵なパパですね!娘さんがとても羨ましいです(笑)
Wow, I’m glad my days on this crazy roundabout are over and I only had one home to search. You’re a very good dad.
Your days will never be over, Hilary! LOL
Love your Cake Boss stories! Excellent photo of the kids jumping.
Thank you, Dr. Lynn!
It’s tough living with a diva. In my case the diva is the dog, though.
Haha! If I had a dog, there’d be two divas. 🙂
Woah you are a nice dad. A little too nice. Lucky little diva.
Only time will tell! LOL And you are a better mom to Bug!
Have you thought about blocking her texts? LOL! It doesn’t help at all that she’s a charmer! At least you know she’s burying you. 🙂
I’m glad it’s not Bandini !!! LOL