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WhatsApp buzzed and I checked my messages:
Mike
Hey
me
Hey Mike, what’s up
Mike
My daughter Janine wants to spend the weekend with yours, is that OK for you?
me
Sure, but my wife is not here this weekend.
Mike
I think Janine will like that, since you are not the controlling kind of parent
me
Thanks. Yea, sure, she can stay. When do you pick her up on Sunday?
Mike
Is around 7 PM OK for you?
me
Will do. When does she arrive?
Mike
I don’t know, perhaps yours knows?
me
I will ask her. Bye
...
Mike's daughter Janine was a wild one, and he only trusted us for her to stay the night. I hadn’t seen Janine in the last two years, because I was travelling too much for my new regional manager position. But the hard work paid off, and I could work from my home office many days a week. What I would do is, after discussing and coordinating it with my wife, simply pack all the necessary customer visits in one single week. The reason was that when I was travelling, she couldn’t go to any conventions or seminars for her education in that specific week, but me gone one sole week, it worked really well for the both of us. Right now, my wife was gone for two entire weeks, having left on Monday morning, four days ago. It was summertime anyway; there's not much to do for me right now.
I didn’t tell my wife that Janine was staying, preventing any additional "watch them both" tasks. If she were to find out, I would simply use my standard excuse, "Sorry, I forgot, too busy with work, I guess?" I decided to go and buy some extra groceries for them so they would have a cool weekend. At the supermarket I felt naughty, and against my wife's orders, I bought alcohol for the girls. Even if the laws in this state were strict, I was still a Dutch guy, and two 18-year-olds deserved a break. But only at home. That was my rule. No wonder my young Sugar Pie had so many girls spending the weekend!
I quickly send her a WhatsApp:
me
Hey, Janine can stay with us for the weekend. I am off to buy some more food
Sugar Pie
THANK you, daddy!
And then my daughter sent me all kinds of emojis, which I didn't want to understand. Clapping hands, hands folded together, and so on.