I almost had myself a heap of trouble. My 4 yr. old almost successfully pulled one over on me. This morning, after I got out of the shower and was blow drying my hair, ‘E’ came in several times to ask me a question. Each time he came in the room he would ask me something unintelligible over the sound of the hair dryer. Each time, I would turn off the hair dryer and say, “What?” ”Can I draw a picture?” “Yes.” A few minutes later he was back, “Can I cut out my picture?” “Yes, as long as you are careful.” Pretty soon he’s back, “Can I cut it up into little pieces?” “Yes, as long as you are careful and you clean up your mess when you are done.” This time he’s only gone a minute or two. I’m never going to get my hair dry at this rate so I keep the hair dryer on and yell, “What?!” He says something that I can’t understand. Just wanting to get him to leave, I yell, “yes!” He grins really big and takes off down the hallway. Ok, my internal alarms are going off. The hair dryer goes off. “Wait! ‘E’ get back here!” He pops back around the corner with an innocent, “what?” I say, “What did you just ask me?” He mumbles something. Try again, buddy. Finally, he says, “I asked if I can do anything that I want to do.” No way, buddy! Nice try. You almost got away with it. Images of the possible havoc that could have resulted from that one little word, yes, flashed across my mind. “No, ‘E’! You know better than that.” He shrugged and went back down the hallway. I know he was thinking that it was worth a try. Whew, that was a close one! Lesson learned: Always know the question that you are answering. Especially to a mischievous little boy.
Yesterday was my birthday. Yes, it’s on Valentine’s Day. All my life I’ve heard, “Oh, a Valentine’s Day baby!” Um, not anymore. I haven’t been a baby for many years! Well, the boys wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday. I knew it would be tough since every Manny, Mo and Jack would be taking their honeys out to dinner. So I thought we would beat the crowd and have an early dinner. Well, I wasn’t thinking clearly. We live in a community that Snow Birds flock to in the winter. They clog up our streets, they fill up our hospital, and they like to go out to eat early. I guess they have nothing better to do, so they go eat an early dinner. Well, last night I get to The Olive Garden well before the dinner hour. I can tell as I drive in the parking lot that they are lined up outside the door. I park and start walking up to the door (my father is meeting me here with the boys) planning to put my name in. I reached the sidewalk and I can hear footsteps coming up rapidly behind me. I picked up my pace a little bit to avoid slowing them down. They got faster. As I reached the corner of the sidewalk, where it turns to the door, this little old lady rushes past me, literally running through the flower beds to beat me to the door. She barely made it. The people lined up outside looked like they were very entertained. We must have presented quite a little scenario. Unknowingly, I was racing this little old lady to get our names put on the list. I stopped in shock, and just started to laugh. She never even looked over her shoulder at me. She just continued up to the desk and got her name in. I thought with age comes maturity and wisdom and the real meaning of life. I guess the real meaning to her life at that moment was beating me to the door of The Olive Garden so she could eat her dinner and hurry home to watch QVC. She certainly earned it.
We didn’t eat there after all anyway. The wait was at least 2 hrs. so we went over to my dad’s and made pizza. It was a nice evening after all, spent with my family. And I still got my dinner at The Olive Garden. We ate there tonight at a normal dinner hour and only had to wait a few minutes. It was very good, too!
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