In the time it took to put on my pants this morning Claire painted her feet and hands with nail polish and drawn on her hands and arms with a magic marker.
Lively that one.
After work Lynn had Caroline so I took Claire to the grocery store.
While at the store, we crossed paths with a mature lady wearing a tube top that was headed in a southern direction.
Of course Claire noticed. She ran towards the lady (I’m estimating Claire got about a yard away) and pointed. At the top of her healthy lungs she yelled “Boobies Mama! She Nakkey! Need CLOTHES! Nakkey! Boobies! Mama! Get her DRESSED!”
Lord help me. Humiliated doesn’t even begin to describe it.
The lady looked around confused, I can only hope she didn’t understand Claire’s baby-talk. I apologized and grabbed my precious angel-baby and scurried away like a roach scurries from light. I felt exactly like I imagine a roach feels too.
Just when I think I can’t be humbled more than I am….I go to the store with my children.
We spent a long time petting my father-in-laws new to him, secondhand farm dog. Caroline loves him. His name is Seymour.
Then I tried to help Lynn figure out how to switch the conductors on a plug in a tractor, but we ran out of daylight.
While we were busy, the girls locked themselves in the cattle trailer.
Happy Friday friends. TGIF!