I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".
Monday, December 14, 2009
Tooth Fairy
This kid. I tell you. Is always a good time.
She lost her first tooth, and the tooth fairy came and even left some fairy dust (pink sugar cookie decorating crystals)
She came to me the next morning,
"Mom, the tooth fairy came and brought money. And there was fairy dust"
"But there is a problem. I sprinkled some on me, and Annabelle sprinkled some on me and I STILL can't fly!"
(which reminded me of when I encouraged her to try harder when she was trying to fly once)
And then when she came home from school today she said, "Close your eyes . . . now open your mouth . . and don't peek"
Then she put a sticker on my shirt. Why she had me open my mouth??? No idea.
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