Can’t Be.
All the parents I know have those moments where they briefly deny their children. Usually it’s during a screaming fit in the middle of the mall, a food-throwing episode at a restaurant, or as the child is using “colorful” language around the grandparents.
Well, I had a moment this week. A moment when I was most certainly SURE that A cannot really be my child. That he had been switched at birth in the hospital and replaced with someone else’s kid. Because what happened was so utterly shocking to me...and so foreign among our family...that I really had concerns about where he could have come from. This CANNOT be my offspring, half my genes, and half D’s.
What happened, you may ask?
He tried on size 5 SLIM jeans. And they were too big in the waist.
2 comments:
You are such a witty writer, K! I really enjoy your blog. Congrats to you for always being able to see the funniness in normal day-to-day stuff. Sounds like A gave you quite a surprise!
Hope you're having a great time at WOO, and that the weather is perfect fall bliss there. Fall is when I miss Wooster most of all. It is SO gorgeous there.
I miss you, too! Have fun!
HA HA!!! You're hilarious!
Yes, I have those moments all the time when I see K and her little tight abs or see her pulling herself up on a bar (something I don't EVER remember being able to do)! :)
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