Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Home, Clean Home
Today was my weekly four hours off. The kids were thrilled to play with the hot babysitter across the street, while I was thrilled to play in a local thriftstore, scoring the cutest set of pink bags for Pip and me, as well as a matching Dora sun shirt for 75 cents.(As you can see, the princess was very disappointed with her wares. More things to sell behind her. Clearly I don't need to be spending anymore cash at resale stores, but I can't help it. I'm an addict. I must FEED. DA. BEAST.)
Post squealing like the little girl that she is, Pip crashed hard shortly afterwards, giving me some much needed Mommy and Stink time.
As he sat on my lap, I grasped the opportunity to talk about what he's learning at school, his friends, his feelings. We got on the subject of education... how Papa is studying German... how Grandma shares the same Ebay disease as Mama... how it's always good to better ourselves. The conversation went as follows:
Me: Even Mommy has to improve sometimes. Tell me, Stink, what do you think I could do better?
Long pause, then...
Stink: You should stay home. And get clean.