I normally blog about my children and the things I say to them or the things they do that make me wonder if I am a good mom or not. Not today. Today I am going to tell you about the phone call I received.
My mother called the other day. I was waiting for her call since I dropped her at the airport at o'I don't like to get up at this hour thirty.
Mom: Hi we are here!
Me: That's great! How were your flights?
Mom: They were fine until I lost my shoe.
Me: The shoes you carried in or the ones you wore on your feet?
Mom: The ones on my feet. Don't ask oh and I talked my friend out of buying a cheese head in Wisconsin.
Me: I am going to regret asking the following but a. how do you lose a shoe in the airport that was on your foot and b. who buys a cheese head in the first place?
Mom's friend pipes up in the background: I do! For my grand kids but your mom said no(in a whiny I didn't get my way voice.)
Me: Well you stopped certain disaster there.
Mom: Yeah I thought so too. So, I took my shoes off because my other shoes were getting to heavy to carry. I put the other shoes on and seemed to have left a shoe on the plane.
Me: Are you going to buy new shoes in New York? (God save New York the evil twins are there together!)
Mom: No! Its cold here I need the ones I have on.
Me: Well you might just chuck the extra shoe then.
Mom: I'm thinking about it. Okay I'm going to call your brother now!
Me: You might want to not tell him about the shoe.
Well as Zach says the genetics are strong in our family. Maybe I should just apologize to my children now for being a total nut later....Or the maybe for being one now....Choices, choices.