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The Peculiar

Last week I registered a darling girl for school.  She came with her dad and they had an open, friendly relationship.  I took to her immediately and she took to me.  Her dad openly admitted that his daughter's credits were severely lacking due to a huge family crisis that nearly destroyed the family about a year ago.  But they've patched that up now, he said.
 
And yet....
 
I totally felt like he was flirting with me.  He seemed to be interested yet I couldn't quite fathom why he would be doing so.  I flashed my ring, he studied my pictures of kids and husband in my office, he asked questions about my husband and I answered.  He'd already mentioned that his marriage was intact.  It wasn't creepy or alarming.  Just peculiar.
 
Today the girl came in with her essay for study skills.  I made conversation when I noticed she is the oldest of 11 children.  She started talking about stepbrothers and sisters and then just admitted as easily as "the sky is blue" that she's a plyg kid.  Last year the second wife left her dad.  The change in family dynamics just about destroyed the family.
 
Oh, yeah.  He was totally flirting.

Comments

  1. June Freaking CleaverMarch 21, 2011 at 7:34 AM

    I'm sure he saw how gorgeous you were, and was already in negotiations with a network for yet another show about polygamist families...he knew the camera would love you!

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  2. ToniaMarch 21, 2011 at 7:42 AM

    Are you a magnet for these people! Seriously! :)

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  3. Heidi Smith Luedtke -- LeadingMamaMarch 21, 2011 at 7:50 AM

    Oh, my. And I thought it was bad when one of my friend's kids told her teacher that her dad wears women's underwear. This is a good reminder that parents don't have the luxury of secrets.

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  4. EmptyNesterMarch 21, 2011 at 7:51 AM

    Oh goodness- looks like Big Love has hit your town! LOL

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  5. Kristina P.March 21, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    Yay for Sister Wives!

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  6. SandyMarch 21, 2011 at 8:34 AM

    Oh yeah- I can totally see you as a sister wife! LOL

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  7. HeidiMarch 21, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    In this instance you can totally get away with flirting with a married man.

    The girl might start calling you Mother Nancy

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  8. KlinMarch 21, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    I was wondering where your link to the other blog that states your opinion/feelings on this subject was?

    Shouldn't be so dang cute, I guess :P

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