I confess. I am normally uptight, controlling and neurotic but after the recent death of my grandmother who raised me? Where I might have been a
five seven twelve, I was suddenly a fifty (on a scale of ten). I felt flung to the winds and adrift. I was out of control and that is not a feeling I enjoy.
Monday, I was really tired so I wasn’t up to taking Spawn to summer camp where he normally goes for a few hours so Mommy can work.
And so it begins….
Kids have a really honest and refreshing way of getting right to the point.
For instance. Recently we went out to dinner at a nice Mediterranean restaurant. I stand up and Spawn (Age 6) suddenly looks up at me aghast as if he is seeing me for the first time and loudly proclaims.
“Mommy! Your boobs are HUGE!”
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