Moms Rule

The conversation in the comments of yesterday’s Seriously post are cracking me up.  I really don’t have my panties in a wad or anything.  I think it’s more strange than anything.  I think what really pickled my relish was the fact that it was so subtle — hidden within a cute girly print.  I felt hornswoggled!  LOL.

But on the other hand, if you are into that sort of thing, and if my little girl DID want a skull and crossbones on her lunchbox, I’d prefer it to be subtly depicted in a cute feminine print rather than in-your-face and ugly.  So, to each his own, I suppose.  There are plenty of other things to choose from, and thankfully my daughter didn’t argue.

Speaking of my daughter, I have been saving this story for a day when I didn’t have time to blog about anything substantial.  Which is today.  Seeing as I slept until 9:10 this morning (gosh, I love summer!!) and now it’s time to get the kids ready for swim lessons.

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A package from Macy’s arrived in the mail a few weeks ago, on my birthday.  Inside was a wrapped present, which I wanted desperately to rip open, but I forced myself to set it on the counter in the kitchen to wait for the family birthday celebration we would be having after dinner.  These days, birthday presents are few, and I knew I would be glad I waited to have something to open with the kids.

My 5-year-old came in from playing outside and spotted the wrapped gift on the counter like she had birthday present radar.  This is the child who can’t find her shoes when they’re on the floor in front of her, but don’t try hiding a present!

“Who’s that present from?” she asked.

“My mom,” I answered.

“How did she know it was your birthday?” she inquired, perplexed.

“Because she’s my mommy.”

“Oh yeah,” as light dawned, “and when you were a little girl, you still had the same birthday!” she exclaimed.

“That’s right.”

“And she will always be your mom, right?”

Right.