You Are Mexican Food
Spicy yet dependable.
You pull punches, but people still love you.
Shamefully stolen from Fat Triplets (this is what happens when I surf freely)
Me likes me chocolate pudding, mateys!
After I had recovered from my day on Tuesday, then came Wednesday, which was not so bad (compared to Tuesday, of course). Mark let me out of the house to go shoe shopping with the girls, who desperately needed new sneakers (”and some with ties, Mom!” Because Velcro is so 90s!). In actuality, they still need new sneakers because even after dragging 2 cold and tired children through 4 (yes, four!) different stores in under an hour, we still hadn’t found anything. When the going gets tough, the tough go to….McDonald’s. Ok, not really, but that’s where we went. While we were eating our cheeseburgers, the topic of conversation went deep:
Lydia (pensively looking out window): When I grow up, I want to be a grown up.
Me: That’s very fitting, sweetie.
Susanna: When I grow up, I want to be a cheerleader!
High aspirations, indeed. Does anyone know of a good career counselor?