Invisible Baby, Comin’ Through!

IMG_1572

Every now and then my husband requires the family vehicle to drive to his occupation where he can make the numbers for our bank account go up, so we can buy Om-noms for our tummies.  Which leaves me with the responsibility of walking our tiniest offspring to his Preschool where he begins to learn about those same numbers which will help feed his little pack of humans, someday.

This walk is pretty brutal in Arizona during the summer months, so I don’t do it.  I just DON’T. But now that fall has arrived is was a chilly 70 degrees at 6:00am this morning.  By the time we left the house at 7:45am it was already 79 degrees.  Dang, Arizona heats up fast!  The Preschool is only 1 mile from the house, which is was a 15 minute window to contemplate whether I should leave the stroller there or not.  I mean, it would just be stupid to walk an empty stroller back to the house only to walk the empty stroller back to the preschool in less than 3 hours.  However, when I got there, everyone else was taking their empty strollers with them.  I knew I couldn’t leave my stroller behind.  I was going to have to walk that little ‘b’ all the way home. The long lonely walk of awkwardness.

Thankfully, I’ve been blessed with a sense of humor.  So when I rounded the corner to see a bunch of teenagers waiting for the bus I knew I was in for some fun.  You see, teenagers are notoriously and unnecessarily serious… and dramatic… and teenage boys are the worst when it comes to smiling or laughing.  I pushed that empty stroller right into the midst of them and said, “Excuse me.  Pardon me.  Invisible baby, comin’ through!”  One teenage girl openly laughed!  I couldn’t believe it!  My plan to make a teenager smile had been a success!  The others smirked and one kid looked at me like I had just farted in his face, but in the end.  I made a teenager laugh today.  Not too shabby, Jennifer, not too shabby.

Next week, I should rig the stroller with a floating hat.

Still Not Your Mom

This. Just. Happened…

(phone rings… I answer)
Me: Hello? Hello?
Girl: Mom. I need you to bring my homework. I left it on the kitchen counter.
Me: Um, I cant bring you your homework becaaaauuse… I’m not your mom.  Im sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.
Girl: (pause) Mom! Don’t be mean.  Just bring it to Mrs. #####’s class.
Me: Still not your mom.
Girl: *click* (hangs up)

So I decided to text her.  That’s what a nice person does, right? *teehee*

IMG_1300

Pixelized

Apparently ]p0 = emoji of mouth sticking tongue out with spit

My 4.5yo steps into the role of “John”

IMG_1302

More Tongues Being Stuck out…

I might check in on her later. You know…being a nice person and all. (sticks out tongue pppp)

(Posted on Tumblr as well)

%d bloggers like this: