My husband and I typically feel like we're shuffling ducklings around when we walk from any given store out to the parking lot for our car.
Between the four kids, we have a son who's the "fast one", running and darting between every shopping cart he can find, jumping over shrubs or bushes with imaginary swords for any dragons in his path. Then there's the dawdler, who slowly humdrums far behind us, without a worry in the world. We have the antagonizing one, who teases his two other brothers, pushing them or pulling them to get in their way. Finally, there's the princess ballerina who pirouettes her way from car to car, spinning along as she goes.
It's hard to keep up and have them stay together. Just yesterday, as we stepped out of a store with our shopping cart, a car sped by. It was loud and obnoxious and we quickly pulled the four kids back. "See guys, that's why you have to stay close. You never know when some car will go by too fast and we need to be able to reach you."
Feeling somewhat angry as the car sped away, we felt that at least we used it as a teachable moment from the potentially dangerous event.
Crossing the street, the four stayed close by as Adam and I raised our eyebrows at each other with those unspoken words that are so often shared between years of familiarity.
Just then, between a first and second fairy princess spin, came the most pronounced and clear proclamation from our little girl, "That was one BITCHIN' car!"
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood frozen in the middle of the road. A woman walking by, shuddered as she glared at us in horror.
"What did you just say?!" I managed.
"That was one bitchin' car?" Her spins became a little less enthusiastic.
An approaching car slowed, reminding me that we needed to move. My husband and three boys evidently had the same reaction, as all five of us stood in disbelief...the boys of course...were giggling.
"Lauren Elizabeth! Where did you hear that?" I haven't heard that word since the 80's so I was anxious to hear her response. I watched as her little face changed from happy and carefree, to uncertainty. "I don't know... TV maybe? What does it mean?"
"Oooooooooh Lauuuuuren! You said a cuss word!" The boys teased and chanted.
"Guys, stop." My husband interjected. "Lauren, let's not say that again, okay?"
"Okay, daddy." As her spins began again.
Yes, it's like shuffling ducks anytime we go out. Some are fast, some slow, some carefree...and others, evidently...are totally bitchin'. You Vote - I'll Write! XO
Between the four kids, we have a son who's the "fast one", running and darting between every shopping cart he can find, jumping over shrubs or bushes with imaginary swords for any dragons in his path. Then there's the dawdler, who slowly humdrums far behind us, without a worry in the world. We have the antagonizing one, who teases his two other brothers, pushing them or pulling them to get in their way. Finally, there's the princess ballerina who pirouettes her way from car to car, spinning along as she goes.
It's hard to keep up and have them stay together. Just yesterday, as we stepped out of a store with our shopping cart, a car sped by. It was loud and obnoxious and we quickly pulled the four kids back. "See guys, that's why you have to stay close. You never know when some car will go by too fast and we need to be able to reach you."
Feeling somewhat angry as the car sped away, we felt that at least we used it as a teachable moment from the potentially dangerous event.
Crossing the street, the four stayed close by as Adam and I raised our eyebrows at each other with those unspoken words that are so often shared between years of familiarity.
Just then, between a first and second fairy princess spin, came the most pronounced and clear proclamation from our little girl, "That was one BITCHIN' car!"
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood frozen in the middle of the road. A woman walking by, shuddered as she glared at us in horror.
"What did you just say?!" I managed.
"That was one bitchin' car?" Her spins became a little less enthusiastic.
An approaching car slowed, reminding me that we needed to move. My husband and three boys evidently had the same reaction, as all five of us stood in disbelief...the boys of course...were giggling.
"Lauren Elizabeth! Where did you hear that?" I haven't heard that word since the 80's so I was anxious to hear her response. I watched as her little face changed from happy and carefree, to uncertainty. "I don't know... TV maybe? What does it mean?"
"Oooooooooh Lauuuuuren! You said a cuss word!" The boys teased and chanted.
"Guys, stop." My husband interjected. "Lauren, let's not say that again, okay?"
"Okay, daddy." As her spins began again.
Yes, it's like shuffling ducks anytime we go out. Some are fast, some slow, some carefree...and others, evidently...are totally bitchin'. You Vote - I'll Write! XO
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