September 23, 2013
Posted By: Shaunescy
I invited another mommy to join me in going to an art show at Aunt Dofe's out at Willow Creek . It's a crazy little spot, across the road from the Willow Creek Cafe. And if you have no-foggy idea about where that might be it's because Willow Creek is a town of 200 people give or take, some 6 miles southwest of Three Forks. It's out there. But I was going to the show and if she really wanted to come, it made more sense for her to park at my house, load everyone into one car and drive out together. So we did.
My kids are 4 and 7. Her daughter, being a sophisticated and stylish older woman of 10, was smooshed into the backseat. My son leaned in. He's no dummy. She is adorable and way more fun to lean into than his carseat. We are chatting in the front as we rolled down the highway. I tell him to sit up. He claims exhaustion and covers his head with my friend's daughter's coat and pretends to take a slouching nap.
We ride through the valleys and hills. I point out beauty in the landscape, the setting sun and the huge puffy fall clouds that look like you could reach up and grab a handful of. The kids get quiet, my friend and I in the front seats take a moment to enjoy the view. The tone is light and lull.
The smallest pirate says in her ridiculous voice, "Butter! You have to wake from your nap. If you don't, I am going to punch you in the head." (OMG, we are stiffling a gigglefest up front) And I tell her, "No sweetheart, you can't punch your brother in the head. No matter what." Her fist is the size of a superball but, of course punching won't fly.
We get back to the quiet and our reverie of the clouds, suspended up there by invisible strings that could fail at any moment and fall with a leaden WHUMP! The clouds don't hit the ground but out of nowhere, in the rear view mirror, I see the tiny heart-pirate's fist jab out sideways as she lands one. Quick and decisive, like Sugar Ray.
"Mom! She punched me in the head!!!!" he says.
"You alright buddy? Yeah, good. Ahem, You, missy. You are going to lose a privilege."
She asks her brother, "Brother, What's a puddle-edge?"
He says, "It's something that you worked for and now are not going to get."
"NOOOOOOOOO! Mom! You shouldn't!"
I calmly say, "Well darling, You shouldn't ever punch your brother in the head. That's how you. . ."
She interjects, "NOOOOO! Mom! I mean you shouldn't have seen me do it!"
Ugh. She's a force. What am I going to do when she's a teenager?
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All my best, BunnyFufu ~ The Housewife