A teeny, little post - trying to help Carol out, and since my life seems to have been swallowed by a transformer run amok, a teeny, little post is about all I have to offer.
Epic Woman, Emma, and I in a car, on the way to the feed store.
Epic Woman: "It's amazing how well you get along with Bonnie and Emma."
Emma: "It's a trick that Bonnie learned a long time ago and then taught me."
Epic Woman: "Oh yeah? Well spill your secrets so I can use them on the three musketeers (ages 1, 3, 5 - and together they probably could take down a full grown adult)"
Emma: "Bonnie told me to simply agree with whatever mom was saying. As long as you tell her she's right, she's happy. Never try to argue the point. It doesn't work. Shake your head and smile. "You're right mom. How could I have been so obtuse?" It also helps to use proper English. She loves that shit."
Me: "Hmmmph. That is because I am right. 99.9% of the time, I am correct and you are not. That is why you should agree with me. Two degrees, 3 children, 26 years of marriage and almost 50 years (5 DAYS TO GO) of living beats your 17 year old knowledge, opinion, experiences any day!"
Emma: "Seriously mom, you're going to go there? What about the time.....,
*I'm not listing any here because this is my birthday week and as far as I'm concerned, this is the week that I'm to be worshiped by all who love me.*
Me: "Fine, I'm still right 99.9% of the time and you'll just be stupid."
Epic woman started laughing so hard, she cried. Which isn't really safe when you're driving country roads. She loves us. We make her laugh. I'm glad, because honestly my life at this moment is the roller coaster from hell and I'm throwing up. I hate throwing up. In fact, I hate roller coasters. I'm a merry-go-round person. So happy that someone can find amusement.
Oh, and Choco Tacos make everything seem perfect for a minute or two, depending on how long it takes you to shove the thing in your mouth. I'm thankful for Choco Tacos. It sure is the smallest things that tickle me.
