Today, I was so sad as we drove home from Irish dance. The mother of my very dear friend is having a medical emergency and we are very concerned for her. I told the girls on the way home that we should say a prayer for their friend's grandmother. Even my little 2.5 year old little Sassafrass said a prayer. It was so so sweet.
I tried to explain to the girls that Mama needed some quiet right. So, let's please be quiet for a while.
Sassy: "Ok, Mama. We be quiet for a while." pause "Mama. See how quiet I can be. Listen to me I gonna be quiet."
Bean: "That is not being quiet. Quiet means you sit still and don't say anything. What you're doing is talking."
This continues on until we get to the new Chick-fil-A that just opened by our house; this business of explaining to each other in great detail how to be quiet. Since the resturant just opened today, they were giving out balloons. So of course, each of my older two girls got one. Finally, the noise was too much.
Mama: "Can everyone PLEASE just stop talking until we get home. I just need some quiet, please. Please."
Two seconds of silence settle in before "Ppppppppllllllltttttttttt," as Sassy's yellow ballon flies around the van like sputnik. Silence. . .
Sassy: "Mama. My bayoon espoded (exploded). It scared me to deaf. I thought I would have to jump out of the car. Hodey Modey (holy moley) I thought it would blow my legs off."
Thank you God, for my children, who in such a somber situation can make me absolutely laugh out loud. What a blessing.
PS - You know I turned around and went back to Chick-fil-A to get The Comedian another bayoon.
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Of course you turned around :)
I hope your friend's mom is doing better
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