There is nothing like spending a long weekend cooped up in an 18-foot travel trailer with your family to inspire some interesting "talks".
For some reason, Wyatt was obsessed with cannibals and aliens all weekend, as each treasure from the sea was surely a discarded item from either one. Oooooh, the imagination of a 2nd grader!
McRae was more concerned with rising at the crack-o-dawn to announce that he was going to explore. Oooooh, the determination and energy of a 4th grader!
And Katie, while doing such a good job of GOING TO SLEEP IN HER OWN BED all week prior to our camping trip, decided to resurrect the character Linda Blair made famous in The Exorcist by bouncing off the walls at what we thought was a late enough bedtime to have her sufficiently tired out...not! Her favorite camping bedtime activity? Prying mommy's eyelids open (who was trying to pretend to sleep so Katie would settle down) and saying "hello mommy" kind of like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
Still, a wonderful time.
Even with this conversation, which aged me a thousand years.
"Mom, what are crow's feet?"
"What do you mean, where did you hear about those?"
"My teacher. She said she had crow's feet."
(Teacher is at least 5 years older than me, by the way)
"Well, they are the little wrinkles that people sometimes get around their eyes when they get older."
"Oooooooh."
(I realize that we are sitting in the stark daylight and my, a'hem, wrinkles are most likely very noticeable on my bare face. The kids are probably shocked at the condition of their mother's skin without a stitch of make-up on it.)
"So, do I have crow's feet?"
"Oh no Mom, you don't."
(I breathe a sigh of relief that I will not need to visit Dr. Botoxcollagen anytime soon and a little smile forms on my lips.)
Until...
"No, you don't have crow's feet, you just have wrinkles UNDER your eyes."
Gee, thanks.
14 comments:
Way better than bags... I have deep, black bags.
I tell myself I've earned them through years of laughing and smiling at life! And I keep telling myself, and telling myself...
They aren't "crows feet". They're "laugh lines".
Right?
I'm with Oh the Joys...
except sometimes I just think I am an ole bag!
Try having your eight year old come up to you and ask why you have stripes on your forehead. When I asked what they were talking about they pointed to the wrinkles in my forehead. Fun. I was thirty.
Or when my son asked if my boobs were supposed to hang that low and dangle.
He's never seen me naked since.
They haven't reached your hair yet. Mine tell me on a regular basis when it is time to color with "God, Mom! You got a lot of grey hairs!" Then they laugh and run.
Good times.
LOL
aren't kids great?
Kids - they are such little sweethearts...
oh ya have to love kids! The say the cutest things...hehe!
They have such a way of building us up, don't they?
oh...bags and wrinkles. dark circles?
i mean, really. it's lovely. or it should be. it means we've been hard at work.
I hear that lots of eyelid prying by little girls will do that to you.
Sounds like a fun weekend. . . . .mostly.
Helloooo Mommy. That part made me laugh out loud. How funny.
Kids sure seem to know EXACTLY what you want to hear, eh?
lol oh man. i'm glad katie is sleeping in her own bed cuz hannah is back to coming in mine 1/2 way through the nite but still---its better than ALL nite!
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