Spring weather has finally arrived and we are OUTSIDE! Now there are many typical scenarios that you may see us in (for example, E already spent an afternoon nude-y-pants rolling in last year’s garden as N put his pants on her head and laughed hysterically). But even I, the veteran mom of three and a half YEARS, can be surprised.
E: MAMA!! MY FEET!! MY FEEET!!
Me: What? What? (looking at his feet. like a dope.)
E: (he points up. duh.) My feet are floating away!
Me: (a bit alarmed.) Oh!
And like any self-respecting Mama, I begin jumping up and down throwing my hands in the air. Because I have FEET to catch.
E: Oh Mama. They are too high! You can’t reach them!
Me: OH NO!! (said with geniune fear because now I’m not sure how this story is going to end. And I’m a little worried it may end with me carrying forty pounds everywhere he needs to go for the rest of the day.) What are we going to do?
E: Look Mama! (He points up and left and around the tree and right and lower and lower.) They are coming back! (pausing dramatically) Into my SHOES!
Me: Phew! (wipe brow)