Anyone remember Mimi, former blogger, then from Etsy's, The Cursing Crafter and later as a political writer? She hasn't blogged in years. And I miss her...
But she posted this on FB this morning.
Lesson of the day: NEVER do it when a 14 year old tells you to smell his hand. #momfail
It reminded me of a few things that my dear husband always does. Or rather used to do.
When at the movies, the pop mixture would sometimes be off. It's an old theater.
"This pop tastes like cr##! Taste it!"
And of course I would... WHY?!!!?? Did I look like I did not believe him? Did he need a witness?! What?!
Don't know.
Or any other time when he would blow his nose into a kleenex and hold it out for me to see.
Of course I'd look... WHY??!!! Was I expecting a prize or a gem in his hands? Did he need me to call a doctor?!!! Was he proud of it?! What?!
Don't know.
But that's what taught me to be the wife/mother/grandmother that I've become, I suppose.
"GRANDMA, COME HERE!!! You've GOT to see this!"
"yeah yeah... describe it to me first before I get up from my dinner..."
and it better not be to come all the way in there to sniff your hands.
1 comment:
Is it just a "boy" thing? Or did your daughters do that to you too? I was on spider patrol 24/7 for Kazi as in..."mom....shriek....come and kill this spider!!! It's huge!!!" Yeah, right, so huge I can't even find it! Course I didn't tell her THAT!
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