Sometimes Often, The Kidling is wiser than I wish she were expect. I mean, I am glad she is the most phenomenal human being I have ever encountered and could ever hope to interact with in this lifetime, but seriously. Can’t The Mama get away with something now and then? Case in point: doing odd things in odd places.
As you might have guessed, this wee blog is powered by many strategically placed notebooks. I have been known to make a dash for them in the middle of dinner, frantically yank them from my handbag whilst running errands, and enter near-panic mode when I cannot locate a notebook when genius or hilarity has recently ensued.
Thank goodness for the backs of cash register receipts.
So The Mama thought nothing of my recent perch for jotting down The Kidling’s most recent flash of brilliance. Until…
Alice: Are you going potty?
The Mama: Yeah.
Alice: While you’re writing!?!
The Mama: Yeah. Isn’t that weird?
Alice: Yeah. And kind of gross.
The Mama: You think?
A better blogger than I might ask for your input. “What say you, dear readers?” or a similar question to solicit your thoughts on matters related to this particular story. But guess what? I don’t care. Because without frantic scrawling in marker on construction paper, in pencil on gum wrapper, and in the occasionally properly-placed notebook, the book of alice wouldn’t exist.
And yes, I wash my hands.