Brooke flung the car door open with an extra measure of drama in the school pick up line yesterday.
I love sitting in the carpool line and being the source of entertainment for those behind me. Really. I love it.
I have found the carpool line a perfect place to pluck my eyebrows while I wait my turn. Like I said, serious entertainment for the other moms is what I inadvertently provide. But once my girls get to the car, I no longer need to pluck my eyebrows to create attention.
No ma'am... just picking up a Princess, a Drama Queen, and a future Attorney General does provide for some interesting situations.
Not to mention the chuckles I get from the teachers helping to monitor the carpool line who heard Brooke's prayer requests from that day. Let's just say if I even look at Art funny in my pre-caffeinated morning state, Brooke will offer up, "We need to pray for my parents and their marriage, again."
Yesterday, Brooke's door flinging was because of a slight Bible issue. "Well, we had Bible Drills today and guess who once again didn't have a Bible?"
Me: "That's a bummer for you Brooke. Why didn't you bring your Bible?"
Her: "I have a baby Bible. I need a real Bible. I told you last week I needed a real Bible. So, today I had to tell my teacher that my parents would not buy me a Bible. Then she asked me why didn't I just bring my Mom or my Dad's Bible and well I just had to be completely honest and tell her that neither of you would even let me touch your Bibles! She just didn't even know what to say Mom."
Clearly the child has been talking to some other woman in my home who looks a lot like me. I have never told my child she could not touch my Bible. Now, I do vaguely remember her saying something in the grocery store about needing a Bible but they don't sell those next to the Doritos... so I guess accidentally left that mental note back on aisle 7 last week.
Hmmmmmfffff.
I was in no mood to drive all the way into town. I had not even gotten my brows plucked with Brooke's door fling and all. And no good Southern woman goes to town without her eyebrows plucked... Heavens to Betsy No.
But then I remembered my Barnes and Noble had a Starbucks inside of it and well, I found me some Bible buying MOTIVATION!
We got a coffee, a Bible, and a workbook with only 2 stares at my eyebrows. Life was good.
Until we headed back home.
Her: "Uh, Mom?"
Me: "Yes, my Bible reading, back seat riding, no more door flinging, cause you got you a really good momma darling?"
Her: "The words in my Bible are too small. I think I might need glasses."
Me: "No dear, you just need to pluck your eyebrows and all will be well."
I love sitting in the carpool line and being the source of entertainment for those behind me. Really. I love it.
I have found the carpool line a perfect place to pluck my eyebrows while I wait my turn. Like I said, serious entertainment for the other moms is what I inadvertently provide. But once my girls get to the car, I no longer need to pluck my eyebrows to create attention.
No ma'am... just picking up a Princess, a Drama Queen, and a future Attorney General does provide for some interesting situations.
Not to mention the chuckles I get from the teachers helping to monitor the carpool line who heard Brooke's prayer requests from that day. Let's just say if I even look at Art funny in my pre-caffeinated morning state, Brooke will offer up, "We need to pray for my parents and their marriage, again."
Yesterday, Brooke's door flinging was because of a slight Bible issue. "Well, we had Bible Drills today and guess who once again didn't have a Bible?"
Me: "That's a bummer for you Brooke. Why didn't you bring your Bible?"
Her: "I have a baby Bible. I need a real Bible. I told you last week I needed a real Bible. So, today I had to tell my teacher that my parents would not buy me a Bible. Then she asked me why didn't I just bring my Mom or my Dad's Bible and well I just had to be completely honest and tell her that neither of you would even let me touch your Bibles! She just didn't even know what to say Mom."
Clearly the child has been talking to some other woman in my home who looks a lot like me. I have never told my child she could not touch my Bible. Now, I do vaguely remember her saying something in the grocery store about needing a Bible but they don't sell those next to the Doritos... so I guess accidentally left that mental note back on aisle 7 last week.
Hmmmmmfffff.
I was in no mood to drive all the way into town. I had not even gotten my brows plucked with Brooke's door fling and all. And no good Southern woman goes to town without her eyebrows plucked... Heavens to Betsy No.
But then I remembered my Barnes and Noble had a Starbucks inside of it and well, I found me some Bible buying MOTIVATION!
We got a coffee, a Bible, and a workbook with only 2 stares at my eyebrows. Life was good.
Until we headed back home.
Her: "Uh, Mom?"
Me: "Yes, my Bible reading, back seat riding, no more door flinging, cause you got you a really good momma darling?"
Her: "The words in my Bible are too small. I think I might need glasses."
Me: "No dear, you just need to pluck your eyebrows and all will be well."
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