The thing about kids is that your emotions run the gamut everyday. One day they do this:
Then the next day they do this:
You know, kill the beautiful paper lanterns with the mod design that your friend bought you for your birthday in Seattle and that you’ll never replace. Remember? The lanterns that you put into your kid’s room because they fit the color scheme and they looked so cute. Don’t ask me how they were wrenched from the ceiling. You kind of have to give the ceiling retrival the golf clap: well played, well played. Still, I don’t want to picture them as they were torn apart to the bamboo spacers.
Fall in love with cocktail sauce. Eat it with a spoon, forget the shrimp!
Oh yes, don’t forget the cocktail sauce kiss that is coming your way as a ‘Thank You Mama, for introducing me to new things that I love.’
Happiness that can only be expressed through shrieking—when was the last time you shrieked because you couldn’t contain your delight? Who knew that another human’s bliss could so completely affect your own?
Saturday while I watched Law & Order I heard the ubiquitous dun-dun sound signaling a scene change. 5 seconds later I heard a little voice say, “DUN-DUN.”
It made up for the lanterns (almost.)