Tonight was my typical Friday night where my shoulders loosen up and just thinking of not having my alarm clock programmed for the next day has me feeling like I’m on cloud nine! I know you know that feeling….being all warm and cozy, baby monitors off….oh, wait, that was a daydream. Let me start over: being all warm and cozy with the sunshine coming through the windows and then a kid yelling, “Mommy, I wanna get up!” and then a 150 pound Saint Bernard decides to hop on the bed and lick your face. Yeah, that’s a typical Saturday morning in my house, no joke! But, a fairly typical night where I’m retrieving a dog from the road because he doesn’t like to walk in water, while I’m trying to get dinner on the table. I really think Sinatra is going senile, but hey, he’s getting old. So, I yell up to Brenna in her room.
“Do you want dippy eggs?” It was breakfast for dinner night tonight. I’m waiting for the response, expecting one that consists of, “I want soup.” or defiance altogether. And she’s just 5.
“Ummm….no, I don’t. But thank you for asking me mommy.”
I stop. I pause. I actually had to take a moment and digest that. I almost went upstairs to see if it was actually her or if she secretly programmed her sister’s Elmo to say that. I smiled and cooked the rest of dinner…err..breakfast.
The guard came down and she asked it.
“Can I get ice cream money on Monday, mommy, please?”
So never, ever, let your guard down! They always want something! If she’s good this weekend, she’ll get money for that stinkin’ ice cream machine they have in her cafeteria!
Delicious 
Digg This Post 
Ping This Post 
Reddit This Post 
Stumble This Post
