"there’s a dinosaur knocking at my door, knocking 1 2 3!"
Ducky's class (the one that I started with four years ago at the preschool) led the services tonight. They are in pre K and all were killer cute. Ducky and E (the boy I work with Superbowl weekend every year) came charging up to me and squealed "YIZ! Did you see me?" And I said, "Yeah, you were great!" and Ducky turns to E and goes, "She has good taste, we know we did good." Boo, E's baby brother and Moo's partner in crime, refused to sit with his mom but wanted nothing more than to sit on my lap and sing at the top of his lungs to all the songs. My mom, sitting beside me, looked at me all teary eyed and said, "My baby is going to be a good mom." How unfair was that one? (Needless to say, I cried, she cried and Boo kept asking what was wrong.)
In not tears news, my mom cracks my shit up on a daily basis. On Wednesday she called to ask me if she missed the episode where Nick and Greg came out and when I asked why she said, "I saw the bowling episode, they're married. The End." Then later on she was talking about the next Rosh Chodesh meeting and said, "We've done war, stem cell research and abortion... what about gay marriage? I'll call Mary Ann, I think she'll be into that... Wait, that came out wrong."
In not tears news, my mom cracks my shit up on a daily basis. On Wednesday she called to ask me if she missed the episode where Nick and Greg came out and when I asked why she said, "I saw the bowling episode, they're married. The End." Then later on she was talking about the next Rosh Chodesh meeting and said, "We've done war, stem cell research and abortion... what about gay marriage? I'll call Mary Ann, I think she'll be into that... Wait, that came out wrong."
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