On Monday
I rushed Bella out the door in her bikini with the bottle of sunscreen, beach towel, ear plugs, and goggles in tow. Just to arrive at the pool and discover we weren't late, but a week early. Apparently there is a week break between the sessions. Crap.
Not to be daunted, I took her in the locker room; changed her into her clothes and headed to Grant's Farm. We pulled up to the barricaded parking lot and read the sign. Apparently Grant's Farm is closed on Mondays. Crap. We called Nana. No answer. Crap.
We were on our way to the Science Center. They were open. We played with exhibits such as the laser harp, we pushed buttons, made silly putty and even washed our hands in the do-everything-for-you sinks in the bathroom. Then we went to the Star Show where we snuggled close together on our mats and watched in awe.
After all of this fun we were tired and hungry. So, I took her to Fitz's. We got a rock star parking spot, and I was dying to get a root beer. Bella was feeling a little peeved about the lunch choice. She wanted Taco Bell, again.
"You can't have Taco Bell everyday."
"I knew you were the devil."*
"What?!"
As I stand there aghast in the parking lot behind Fitz's, I'm met with silence.
"Do you even know what that means?"
More silence with a growing look of regret.
"A devil is a mean, hateful person that kills people."
(Okay, I went a little overboard with my definition. But seriously, I'm standing in the heat; I've spent all day catering to her just to be told I'm the devil?)
Now, she's crying. I comfort her and we go in and fill our tummies with food and root beer.
On Wednesday
I get Bella out the door with minimal rushing. We get everywhere on time. We have lunch with Jonathan in an adult restaurant. At first we were met with tears because it wasn't Taco Bell. But Jonathan worked her past it. Then we walked to where I had a client meeting. She played her game boy. She was well behaved. The client was understanding. As I buckled her into the car to head back home...
"Mommy when you die I'm going to throw you a funereal."**
I kissed her and drove home.
*I have ascertained that her knowledge of a devil comes from emoticons.
** I have no idea about the funereal remark.
2 comments:
Well, we already know you were the devil. Just ask Kristine R. ; )
Does she have any idea the undertaking (wait, no pun there) of throwing your funeral..all the black and the invitations and the throwing of selves onto the coffin and wailing?
heheheh
Sa
:)
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