A CLOUDY TUNNEL

 

It was a very foggy morning.  

Very, very foggy.

I was driving with The Pearl and told her,  Look. Look out your window.  We are driving in the clouds.

She had a slight delay and then, just as we entered a tunnel, she glanced out her window.  At the tunnels inner walls, "Ooooohhhh.  Clouds."

Um.  No honey.  No.  This is a tunnel.

As we exited the tunnel she looked at the white glowing fog around us,  "Oooooohhh.  A tunnel."

Um.  OK.  No.  THIS is the cloud.  

She glanced at the fog and pitied me, "Yeeesss."

No, really!  Look!   We are in the clouds.  This is what a cloud is like!

She pity laughed now, "Oh my mommy.  Ha ha ha.  You are so cute."

Errgggg...well at least I'm that.

HONESTLY

My chiropractic appointment was at the multi-care office in the YMCA.

Afterwards, while I was waiting to schedule my next appointment, the girls wandered off to watch people exercise.

On the way out The Princess bewildered, "Did you SEE those ladies?  Oh my gosh what were they doing"

What do you mean?

"A bunch of ladies, who are a little younger than you, were doing this. . ." and she proceeded to gyrate in what I can only call The Karate Chicken Dance.

In that moment I learned three things in quick succession,

1.  When did the general population of ladies become "a little younger" than me?

2.  Has it been so long since I worked out that she doesn't recognize it for what it is?

and

3.  I really do hate the YMCA, which answers number 2.

She finished gyrating and laughed, "What the heck were they doing?!?"

It's called Aerobics.

LIKE MOTHER LIKE ?

A lady at the store said The Pearl looked a lot like me.  

I was all, "Huh?"

Like, I'm honored and all because she's stunningly gorgeous, but, "huh?"

 

(Me and My-Better-Than-Me-ACTUAL-Mini-Me)

SAWYERIN IT UP

 

The kids assisted Mr. Right with painting the deck railing a pristine white.   

Most of them took it seriously.

WANT VS. NEED

Mr. Right and I decided 11 years ago to not buy the "wants" for our kids unless it was a special occasion.

Wants like Lego sets, gum, super balls, art sets.

Usually they have to earn it.

Actually, they are pretty lazy, so instead of earning it they just wait until the special occasions.

Today Mr. Right couldn't help himself.  He bought our artist, The Pixie, her very own, $10 set of colored pencils.

She's been wanting them for a while.

Into the second hour of drawing I said, Your daddy is really nice to have bought you that.

"I knoooow."

He's pretty cool to have decided to get you such a special thing.

"I knooooow."

Why do you think he did that for you?

"Because he loves me."

Yea, because he. . . wait a minute. . . you know, I love you too.

"Sure."

No, really.  I love you even though I don't buy you stuff.

"Sure."

Wait, wait, why do you think I don't buy you fun stuff?

"You're too busy."



Well,  If that's the way we're playing it, tomorrow I'm telling them I bought them white bread, but Dad replaced it with wheat.