Half-off for humor!
My mother and I took my niece, Cierra, out for a playdate today. First stop: Cici’s Pizza, for the all-you-can-eat buffet. Cierra and I were playing and talking while my mother ordered, but Cierra heard my mother say, “Two adults, one child.” Concerned, Cierra pulled me down close and said to me, in all earnestness, “[Smarmy], I think Grandma messed up. She said two adults and one child… shouldn’t it be one adult and two children? You’re a child, too… aren’t you?”
I was taken aback! But after only a brief hesitation, I grinned big, nodded, and said rather loudly, “You’re absolutely right, Cierra. I am a child. Grandma, you messed up.” And the manager who served us changed mine to the children’s price! Go discount!
On the other hand, my niece thinks I’m a child. I want to believe that means I’m doing everything right, but I can’t help wondering whether it really means I’m doing something wrong.
January 16th, 2010 at 1:08 am
Ah, quit with the second guessing. It’s just her way of saying “coolest aunt evah!” which is to be expected after the toy chest and the dinosaur egg and who knows what I’m forgetting or don’t know about.
There is no “wrong” here. Or “right” for that matter. You’ve got a bond with her and that can only be good. Even if the setting is Never Never Land.
January 16th, 2010 at 8:54 am
How could anyone argue… You wear healies for goodness sake
January 16th, 2010 at 6:10 pm
Here’s one you don’t know about:
Last year after Christmas (end of 2008), my parents, sister, Cierra, and I went to Texas to visit my mom’s sister. It was Cierra’s first real trip, and after checking in to the hotel, which somehow we started calling our “Texas home”, Cierra was a bit nervous about sleeping in a new place. So I asked her, “Well, did you jump on the bed yet? That’s how you make it yours, you know.” She looked at me funny, and I said, “That’s what I do when I have to go someplace different and I’m nervous. I just jump on the bed, and then it feels like home.” So we ran into the bedroom and she started jumping on the bed, and it wasn’t long before she *loved* her Texas home. She was still glad to go back to her real home when the trip was ended, of course.
January 17th, 2010 at 10:00 am
I knew that I heard you jumping on our guest bed when you stayed here!
January 17th, 2010 at 1:18 pm
Man. Dinosaur eggs, talking cars, and magical jumping beds… No wonder kids love you so much.
Yeah, I think it means you’re doing it all right.
January 17th, 2010 at 3:16 pm
Mr. O: Ms. B said I could! (And if she asks, I’ll tell her you said I could!)
Mojo: I rock.