I am a mental list maker.
I had written before about how I hate making real lists, like taking pen and paper and actually writing coherent sentences could be useful to me somehow.
This is not a skill I have.
However,
I did start mentally making check boxes in my brain for items I need to purchase within the next few weeks or so.
School supplies.
Fall shoes.
Clothes for hubby who's in need of more business attire. (*dances*) And for my wee girl because she does not appreciate hand-me-downs from her older brothers.
Trust me.
It's WW3 when she doesn't want to wear something.
Especially if she's worn it the day before.
How dare I try to dress her in the same outfit, it's like asking her to fly to the moon on a rock.
Another tidbit about my daughter:
"I don't know Daddy."
Her smile so innocent, feet dangling, hands in her lap, calm. Daddy asks again.
"I think the mouse did it."
A flippant toss of the shoulder with that guess almost made me snort-laugh...but I remained stiff and serious because the rule in our house is that we don't touch things that don't belong to us. Spouse kept his composure brilliantly. He asked one last time.
"I was checking because the mouse took it Daddy, the mouse chewed on your gum."
Well. Since we don't have critters in the house, we knew this was made-up to absolve wee lady of responsibility.
Dad handled the situation, so I bowed out and left to start dinner.
The mind is an amazing thing.
It spins tales of theft and adventure, and keeps lists of to-do's.
My mind has to remember to 'find out' where the mouse got in,
to keep this incident an isolated one.
I had written before about how I hate making real lists, like taking pen and paper and actually writing coherent sentences could be useful to me somehow.
This is not a skill I have.
However,
I did start mentally making check boxes in my brain for items I need to purchase within the next few weeks or so.
School supplies.
Fall shoes.
Clothes for hubby who's in need of more business attire. (*dances*) And for my wee girl because she does not appreciate hand-me-downs from her older brothers.
Trust me.
It's WW3 when she doesn't want to wear something.
Especially if she's worn it the day before.
How dare I try to dress her in the same outfit, it's like asking her to fly to the moon on a rock.
Another tidbit about my daughter:
She has a vivid imagination. She can make up a good story in the wink of an eye. My husband put a pack of gum on top of his dresser, and a few hours later he noticed the package had been moved, a piece missing. Knowing that the little woman was napping in our bed, we knew she had to have been the culprit. My dear spouse sat her on his lap, looked into her eyes and asked her who touched his gum.
"I don't know Daddy."
Her smile so innocent, feet dangling, hands in her lap, calm. Daddy asks again.
"I think the mouse did it."
A flippant toss of the shoulder with that guess almost made me snort-laugh...but I remained stiff and serious because the rule in our house is that we don't touch things that don't belong to us. Spouse kept his composure brilliantly. He asked one last time.
"I was checking because the mouse took it Daddy, the mouse chewed on your gum."
Well. Since we don't have critters in the house, we knew this was made-up to absolve wee lady of responsibility.
Dad handled the situation, so I bowed out and left to start dinner.
The mind is an amazing thing.
It spins tales of theft and adventure, and keeps lists of to-do's.
My mind has to remember to 'find out' where the mouse got in,
to keep this incident an isolated one.
Haha...that reminds me of a story my hubby told me about when he was little. Apparently he climbed up on the dog house and when his parents asked him how he got up there, he told them that Buffy (the dog) put him there. ;)
ReplyDeleteDogs are fiercely loyal. I am sure Buffy took the blame happily. :D
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