Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
Aubrey: Momma, is Elizabeth coming over here today? (Her MS BFF and my BFF’s little girl.)
Me: Not today, baby. I bet we’ll see her tomorrow when Shuggie (my mom) comes though.
Aubrey: Yeah, ’cause everyone in the whole world almost, loves Shuggie. ‘Cause she’s wonderful.
I learned my SC BFF is seriously under the weather, so tonight as I tucked the girls in the bed, I told them that we should pray for Mommy Sara. The prayers went as follows:
Emma: Deah God, fank you for my mommy, and sistahs and my Mommy Sawa and Fistan (Tristan, my BFF’s son) and for all of us. And help Mommy Sawa feel bettah so huh won’t be sick anytmo-ah. Amen.
Aubrey: Dear God, thank you for my family. And help my Mommy Sara feel better so her can go to work and take care of Tristan (aww!) and to work for Tristan’s daddy…(Say who?)
A-MEN.
Amen, indeed.
Aubrey has had some issues with my hair lately. Last night she grabbed a fistful of my hair, held it up above my head and said, “Look Momma! You’re a unicorn! You have a corn on your head!”
“You mean a HORN?”
“No!” She giggled. “A corn!”
Tonight, I am sitting at Zeb’s sister’s house with Aubrey and Emma, watching Dr Suess cartoons and waiting for Willy Wonka to come on. A commercial for Willy Wonka came on and Aubrey said,”Momma, your hair looks just like him!”
“Who? Willy Wonka?”
“Yeah, just like him!”
Becki laughed hysterically and said, “Sorry!” While I was left to sit here and wonder what I can do to keep my hair from looking like Gene Wilder’s circa 1971.
Aubrey and Emma were supposed to be brushing their teeth in the bathroom when I heard Aubrey yell, “OH NO! The toilet is trying to swallow my balloon.”
That’d be her helium-filled balloon, which definitely did not fall into the toilet, as it is FILLED WITH HELIUM.
Aubrey is watching Star Wars with her Daddy and said, “Her hair looks like a goat.”
Me: Aubrey stop being a smart aleck.
Aubrey: But Momma it’s good to be smart.
My point. Exactly.
Last night I was working on my manuscript, polishing it up again before I send it back to my agent. Aubrey was standing beside me, covertly reading over my shoulder, she pointed to a phrase on the screen and asked, “What does that say, Momma?”
“You can read, honey. What do you think it says?”
“No you tell me.” She said very seriously.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t tell Emma but it says ‘poo-poo head’.”
Her mouth fell open and she stared at me in shock. “Momma that is NOT nice, you’d better not put that on your blog.”
“It’s not on the blog, it’s in my book…”
“DADDY!!! Momma said ‘poo-poo head’ in her book!”
“Aubrey! I told you not to say anything.”
“I’m sorry Momma, but that’s just not nice. I had to tell on you.”