When the children announced that they didn't have school today,
for reasons still unclear to me,
We unanimously decided to go to the show.
After successfully managing the snack bar and four ravenous children without an "incident"
I was feeling quite confident and rather hopeful.
I had just begun to settle into my seat when DeeDee {my chatter box}, in her very loud, one volume voice, leans over and says,
"Mom, This probably isn't a good time but...
Can I get some more popcorn?
I sure do love popcorn. I like the butter. You don't put butter on.
You cook really good though mom. Tonight I want to set the table.
{You see once she starts she can't stop.}
You and Dad will sit at the fancy table and I will light candles.
Because you are his sweetheart. That's why he has your picture on his phone.
Just like his old phone. Do you think I could have his old phone. Please.
Last night when you were trying to figure out why the house smelt like dog food
I was the one who cleaned up my closet after Jack's spa day.
Awww, look at the cute dolphin!"
