I Still Got It
I still like the seventh grader. I think we're pretty much at the edge of the cliff of time where I'm not supposed to like her, but mostly she's a pretty fantastic human. That's not to say that there haven't been times when I wanted to turn her toenails into threads and use those threads to sew her mouth shut, but meh. We all have our days when we act like jerks.
Myself included.
This weekend, though, everybody was on their best behavior. That tends to happen when everybody gets to go to their favorite dance class. It's even more likely when it is a Broadway Series night at the Benedum. At least one of the girls has been known to be EXCEPTIONALLY nice when there are show tickets sitting on the kitchen table. It turns out that I'm not bluffing when I say I can take whoever I want with me with my season tickets SO BEHAVE ACCORDINGLY. Funny how that works.
ANYWAY.
Alexis and I ended up downtown extra early, so we took advantage of some perfect weather and walked around for a bit. Pittsburgh is a gift for all that it has to offer, so we easily filled some time wandering around Market Square and then the Point.
I mean, this happened, so basically Pittsburgh is the best place ever.
As we were walking to the show, Alexis grabbed and held onto my hand. "But what if we run into one of your friends!" I declared, preparing to turn on every ounce of Moms Can Embarrass Kids On Demand I possess.
"Pshaw. They'll know I like my mom. SO WHAT?" Alexis replied.
YOU GUYS. THE SEVENTH GRADER STILL LIKES ME! Or at least she did for that 10 minutes on Saturday.
Monday, September 24, 2018
Reader Comments (3)
I Like my Mother. Those are my favorite words to hear.
That's an amazing picture. Framing material, if you ask me.
It's a very delicate thing, and presentation is all.
I'm here, with mom (dragging her along) = maybe OK
I'm here and who is this?!, oh it's mom = OK
Mom is here with me = ducks, runs, not OK.
I need my mom in order to be here = not even going there, AAAK.
At least, that's how I remember it.