Wow, in an inadvertent compliment, Minime told Uncle 420 he was a cutiepatootie at the grocery store yesterday. She was busy comparing him to her friend’s dad, the dad I consider to be the Mayor of Hottieville when I pointed out she’d just called Uncle 420 a hunk. Minime tried to backpedal, but it was too late. Minime has matured and can spot a hottie in a haystack.
Let’s consider her friend’s dad for a moment. Her friend with the rhyming name, we’ll call her Winiwe. Winiwe’s dad, let’s call him…Mayor McHottie. Mayor McHottie is single, so it’s perfectly legal for me to think he’s cute. When Minime and Winiwe have an adventure and it’s his weekend with Winiwe, I feel a compulsion to put on lip-gloss and perfume…and a sequined evening gown and high heels…so I can casually greet him at my front door to chat about the kids. And when he calls, “Uhh, hi, this is Mayor McHottie. Winiwe wants to take Minime to the basketball game tonight,” it takes tremendous strength not to giggle and invite myself along.
Despite his single-osity and absolute cuteness, Mayor McHottie is off limits. He’s Minime’s friend’s dad. If I dated him and discarded him in the rubble pile of ex-boyfriends, it would make things awkward for Wini and Mini, and they’ve been buddies since they were 5. So I just can’t go there, sigh, but it’s quite nice to have some eye candy in the basketball game/afterschool care/slumber party social circle.
And as for Uncle 420’s slow simmer hottie factor, well, it was only a matter of time before Minime recognized it…so bask and wallow in the glory of the compliment, 420, bask and wallow! (and we’re glad Mrs. 420 is up and about in her radiant glory as well!)