
Today called out for activities like bubble blowin' , bike ridin', and of course
hopscotch. By 11:30 am, it was so blasted hot! So I loaded up the kids and took them to Chick-Fila. And apparently, so did every other mom in our city! It was a nuthouse. The indoor playscape was packed with greasy-fingered-under-5'ers. I shied away from the fake jeweled sandal wearing moms and scoped out a spot by the one reading a newspaper. I made a crack that I benchmark my children's development by how far I can get in a newspaper. (
Newborns: you save Monday's paper until Wednesday before giving up you'll ever read a darn thing again.
Toddlers: Front page headlines of the daily paper
Pre-K: Living large by finishing your first article.) She actually chuckled at this instead of the glazed stare I normally get from random mom interactions so I knew I found a new 15 minute friend. Actually, she turned out to be a 5 minute friend before I hear Aubin screaming/sobbing and both kids saying "You're a BABY! No, YOU'RE a baby! You're a bad kid! I'm sending YOU to BABY SCHOOL!" ...When you hear that kind of a kiddie curse, you better high tail it up those tubes before bad things go down. So yes, I made my way up the playscape and let me tell you something. I prayed all the way up. "Dear Lord, please. PLEASE let this be soap residue that a worker forgot to wash off." Anyway, we all made it out alive and as I left the play area, I noticed my friend hadn't even turned the page. ( :