Have you ever had one of those days when you just didn’t think you could handle anymore??? Well, last week I had one of those moments while shopping in Target with the girls. DD was on a roll.... She started off riding in the buggy. First she sat on her bottom, then she was on her knees, then before I knew it she was standing up, leaning over the edge of buggy reaching for items on the shelves. After telling her to be seated 100 times, I decided it might be easier to just let her walk. But she couldn’t just walk behind me…Oh no, she had to ride on the front of the buggy or hang onto the side of the buggy or just stand out in the MIDDLE of the aisle in her own little world and in everyone else’s way. Of course, we had a constant conversation going on about where she should be… Eventually, I guess she got tired of me correcting her, so she managed to get about 10 feet behind me and walk very slowly. When I firmly told her to catch up she replied, “Why do we always have to be in such a hurry? Let’s just enjoy our shopping trip. You know, Mama, slow and steady wins the race.” What????? “You know…the tortoise and the hare. Slow and steady wins the race.” I wanted to respond with, “A swat across your bottom will increase the pace!” Instead I just clinched my teeth, grabbed tightly onto the buggy, and forced a smile as the people around me laughed at her response. Then, I got tickled as I looked at Doodlebug. She was sitting in the front part of the buggy, looking down with her eyes closed, mumbling a few words. Then she ended with a big…"Amen.” That’s probably what saved DD’s life. LOL
On another trip to our local grocery store last week a lady politely said “Hi” to the girls. DD immediately returned the greeting. The lady then asked, “What are your names?” With a very inquisitive look on her face, DD responded by saying, “What? You don’t KNOW US?” This amused the lady, so she just told them that she didn’t think that she had had the pleasure of meeting them. DD gladly introduced DB and herself. Then DD said as we walked away, “I KNOW you LOVE us. We’ll see you next time we’re here!” The lady just laughed…such confidence.
Lastly, while getting Doodlebug’s hair cut last week, DD began a conversation with the stylist in the next workstation. It went like this:
DD: What are you doing to that man?
Stylist: I’m trying to make him look younger. Is it working?
DD: No, What are you putting on his hair?”???
Stylist: I’m putting OIL on it.
DD: Why? DOES HE SQUEAK????? You only put oil on something when it squeaks!
We quickly exited the building as the laughter continued. Oh my. What will she say next?