I took these photos after dropping Joe, Jem and Cate off at school yesterday morning.
Clearly my issues with snacking on the go continue.
Not really. In truth, it was Family Appreciation Day, and the faculty was handing out coffee and donuts. “Oh!” I said to my son’s Lit-Comp teacher. “I’ve got, like, 18 kids at home! Can I have the entire plate?”
“Sure!” he responded, as Jem died a long, slow death in the back seat.
There is no pain, I tell you, like that of an introvert with an extroverted mother.
Francis, too, has issues with snacking on the go.
It’s a narcolepsy-brought-on-by-masticated-crackers thing.
Lastly, today is our Angela’s 9th birthday. Can you believe it?
I firmly believe that everyone needs an Angela. I know she keeps me on my toes. On Wednesday, for example, we were on our way out the door to see this play. I sent the iPad out to the van with George, thinking it’d be good for downtime throughout the drive and yet, not expecting to see it in Angela’s hands when I got out there. “What are you doing?!” I demanded, in a fit of Mommy Indignation, and took the iPad away with a flourish.
I ran back into the house to grab the picnic lunch, and when I got back out, George was in full-fledged tattling mode. “Angela called you a stinky warthog!” he said, and from the look on her face, I knew it was true.
You can bet the iPad went away for good.
Later, the two of us sat down for a talk. “I didn’t call you a stinky warthog,” she told me. “I called you a grumpy warthog.”
! ! !
“That’s still wrong,” I told her, carefully hiding my grin. “You don’t call your mommy a warthog.”
“I know,” she said repentantly. “It’s just that you had such a sour frown…”
Well, I’ve been chewing on that one ever since, especially after reading Flannery O’Connor for last night’s book club. We discussed two of her short stories–A Good Man is Hard to Find and Revelation–and my word, how I see myself in these flawed characters! One of the women was even called a warthog, and what, I ask you, was God trying to tell me with that?
Have you read O’Connor’s work before? Highly, humbly recommended.