Today I was talking with a friend at a basketball game when we suddenly figured out that she is also good friends with my sister. She immediately asked me "so are you as talented as your sister?" (You remember my sister, right? The one with the Pottery Barn eyeballs?)
I said, "NOOOOOO!"
She must have thought I was lying because she then turned and asked my daughter, "Is she as talented as her sister?"
My daughter hesitated, then said, "No. But she's a good writer."
Did you hear that, peeps? My daughter thinks I'm a good writer.
How cute is that?
Then tonight my daughter told me that she would start cleaning the house and doing the cooking so I could just write and make my dream come true.
HOW SWEET IS THAT?
I'd have to pay her, but still!
So here's another cute story: Remember my youngest son who recently discovered the magical powers of the library? Well his older brother (by one minute) mentioned today that his teacher was reading The 39 Clues to his class.
"Soooo good, that book, " he said. "I like it!"
I took this as an opportunity--an open door. "Would you like to go to the library?" I asked him.
He looked confused. "And do what?" he said.
That same son declared this morning that he was only going to wear slippahs on his feet from now on. It was 41 degrees and sleeting at the time, but he kept his promise.
Until tonight when I caught him wearing tennis shoes.
"Thought you were only going to wear Slippahs from now on," I said.
Apparently he got a blister between his toes while walking to Taylor Drug to buy 16 Zots for $1.
How SAD is that?