Gorillas in the Mist

What do you do?

So my wife and I had a big conference call last night.

Seems her and my daughter had quite the fight. I've heard this happens - mothers and daughters not quite seeing eye to eye - and my daughter is in the fifth grade - so it seems as if its time for that to start happening - but it by no means makes it easier to swallow.

The issue at hand: Class slumber party.

At the home of one of her classmates. With all the girls in class attending.

But-

We don't know the girl or her parents.

SO:

What to do?

For my wife - it is immediate pictures of child molesting Satan worshippers eager to have the freshest meat - covertly planning a slumber part to coincide with the winter solstice.

And she has good reason to think that.

She has friends that all got the "bad touch" at a slumber party.

Me - I always think the best of people. I'm the guy that drinks the water out of the sewer cause the locals do it and are still alive.

In times like this - I think about a guy from our church when we lived in Virginia. We went to a very post-modern type church that brought in all sorts of people and had a lot of grace.

There was a guy who went there that was divorced. His wife lived in Maryland - and he had the kids for a couple of weeks in the summer. They are all big surfers and body boarders - so they spent most of the time on the beach.

And they get attacked by a shark.

There have been no shark attacks in Virginia beach for over 18 years.

The dad beat the crap out of the shark - and the shark still killed his son.

So how does that dad call his ex-wife and tell her what happened on his watch?

I guess my point is this:

In my gut - I say - its a freaking slumber party. What is the big deal? I know that I never want to answer to my wife when she says - I TOLD YOU! F-ING MOLESTERS!

So there we are. Back to the secret of any successful marriage.

"Whatever you think is best dear."