… to correctly select either horror or amusement.
* An email arrived, addressed to a handful of people, saying that THIS IS BROKEN AND NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED RIGHT NOW. Ah, the satisfaction of being able to mail back within 10 minutes “All fixed.” And it didn’t hurt to receive back, “Hey, we may just have to keep you around here after all!”
* After correctly reciting her phone number, address, and birthday, and spelling all of our names, and generally responding to this barrage of questions with grace and prodigy aplomb, imagine the look on my face when the doctor said, “Now, Chickadee, do you have any brothers or sisters?” and Chickadee fixed her gaze upon the inquisitor and in her most bored tone replied, “Nope.”
* After a long phone call about the trials and travails of single motherhood: “Listen,” I told her, “just get through today. That’s all you have to do.” It seemed logical… right up until she said, “And tomorrow?” I had to think about it. “Well, tomorrow isn’t gonna be here for like half a day, yet!” I declared so brightly that we both dissolved into giggles. (Reminds me of one of my favorite sayings: I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.)
* Upon his arrival in my room this morning: “Hey, Monkey, are you dry today??” *crickets chirp* “Well, I’m CUTE!” Alrighty, then.
* “MAMA! I don’t know why, I just CAN’T brush my hair today! You need to do it!” And in another bid for Mother of the Year, I replied, “Well, I could probably brush your hair for you, but you know, I don’t know WHY, but I just CAN’T plan your birthday party. Oh well.” Guess what? She regained her long-lost hair-brushing skills INSTANTLY!