posted by Momo Fali on August 10, 2008
My daughter just returned home from a three-day trip to my Mom’s house. I figured it would be good for my kid to have some time alone with her Grandma.
Grandma reported that her youngest grand-daughter was polite, helpful, and easy to get along with, and that they had a wonderful time together. In fact, it was so wonderful that my Mom said, “I asked her if she wanted to move in with me.”
I laughed, knowing full well that my daughter would have none of that. My Mom doesn’t own a Wii…or even a computer. The horrors.
I asked, “What did she say?”
Proud Grandma replied, “Well, she said she’d love to! But, I told her she would miss you guys too much. And, do you know what she said to that?”
“No,” I answered hesitantly. What?”
“She said that as long as she had a picture of you and could occasionally see you on weekends, she’d be just fine.”
posted by Momo Fali on August 5, 2008
On school picture day in the fourth grade, I attempted to put my hair up in barrettes only to have one side that just wouldn’t lay flat. Thanks a lot cowlick. So I did what any, normal, nine year old would do. I grabbed the cow-licked hair and cut it off, leaving a two-inch long strip of hair sticking straight up. My Mom was thrilled.
My nine year old daughter has inherited a lovely tuft of hair in the very same spot and it gives her fits when she’s trying to put her hair up, just as mine did.
The other day she pulled it back into a ponytail and, as usual, the hair around the cowlick was a mess. Some laying flat, some sticking up, parts of bare scalp showing through.
We were in a hurry to run some errands and as she was climbing in the car she asked, “Does my hair look okay?”
I replied, “It’s fine”.
But, where I had remedied the situation, her brother ruined it when he looked at her and asked, “You mean your dinosaur head?”
posted by Momo Fali on August 2, 2008
My very pregnant sister-in-law came over for a visit this evening and my son immediately took interest in her big belly.
He rubbed it, he informed her she was having a boy, and then he named that boy, Bubba.
After that he said, “Actually, you have three baby bumps”. And, then he touched her stomach and said, “One…”.
Anyone want to guess what he touched for two and three?
posted by Momo Fali on July 29, 2008
Yesterday, a UPS delivery was set on our back porch and my daughter went to retrieve it. I heard her bring it in, and from the other room I asked, “What is it?”
She replied, “It’s for Dad. It’s a white box and it says fra-gee-lay“.
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