Today’s post is over at Romancing the Blog if you want to check it out!
In other news, here’s a little convo I had with the tall kid yesterday:
The setup: We’re in the Mustang, on our way to pick up the short kid from school. I was aggravated because our genius town personnel and police department decided to repaint crosswalks and traffic lines—-necessitating the rerouting and general screwing up of traffic—during our town’s rush hours (2:30-5). As we’re finally making our way across the main street, I hear a clunk, and there’s now a metal…something, sitting on the center console.
Tall kid: What’s that?
Me: Who knows? The car’s forty years old. Stuff’s gonna fall off now and then.
Tall kid: Isn’t that the button you have to push to put it in gear?
Me: Oh…crap. Yes
Tall kid: What does that mean?
Me: It means I can’t put the car in park.
Tall kid: How are we going to get [the short kid]?
Me: (realizing the tall kid doesn’t know enough about old cars to know it’s not that big a deal) You can hang out the window, grab him and drag him in as I go by.
A couple of minutes pass, during which I assume the tall kid has mentally returned to his home planet, where the sound of Mom’s voice is akin to a mosquito’s buzz.
Tall kid: What if his backpack hangs up and I drop him and the back tire runs him over?
OMG, I was dying. The child thought I was literally putting his little brother’s life in his hands. I’m such a bad mom. :rofl:
poor tall kid. all that responsibility
Tall Kid is Very Literal. Is he going to be an engineer, a scientist, or have a creative career? Lots of room in publishing for the OCD who can think through all the details of any scenario!:thumb:
Shannon may want to smack me for putting this in her head, but I bet Tall Kid would notice a seventh arm in a menage scene. (I blame this on Charlene, btw)
Did somebody say “bad mom?”
Up against the Deadline From Hell last night, I made sure that everyone in the house was squared away with everything they needed before locking myself in my office. I emerged at bedtime for kisses, whereupon my son accosted me with big, accusing eyes.
“You forgot to make dinner.”
Right. Because back at four o’clock when I locked that door, dinner wasn’t even a blip on the horizon.
Don’t call Child Protective just yet. I’ll do better tonight, I promise. :tomato:
Oh Lord… and it sounds like Tall Kid was totally up for the challenge…. ggg He’s a god, you know that, right?
:lmao: So funny! My Demon would probably say something like that too… :lmao: