A memory: I was in Drama Club. Mr. S, the teacher, asked me if I could stay longer to help give cues (since I had all of my lines memorized already). When my dad came to pick me up, I went out to him & told him that I would be an extra 1/2-hour or so, but I had a ride home. Dad said OK & left. It turned out to be almost 1-1/2 hours. Mr. S drove me home (side note: he offered to buy me dinner, but I had someplace to be that night, so I declined). When he pulled into the driveway, my father came storming out, giving him holy h*ll! It seems that he only heard the 1/2-hour part…but not the “or so”.
Here’s a quick story for you. I was watching the movie “The Main Event”. During the end credits, the song played. My cat, Tiki, came in & started meowing at me. I said to him, “No, Tiki; I don’t feel like singing along.” He sat down & meowed louder. Finally, I’m like, “OK…” and started singing along. He stopped meowing; just sat there looking at me. When the song finished, he got up & walked away.
Recently, my 16-year-old daughter had slept through her alarm for a few days in a row. I told her, “You’ve either got to go to bed earlier, or figure out a better way to get YOURSELF up.” She knew I meant it; she hasn’t slept through the alarm since. (I laid down the law early that I am NOT the girls’ servant; when the oldest was in kindergarten she asked me to carry her backpack for her. My answer: “I’m not your pack mule.”)
I’m reminded of an episode of “Reba”: her younger daughter, Kyra, had gone out and it was almost 11, which was her curfew. She kept saying to Cheyenne and Van that she would be walking through the door any second. 11 rolls around, and they’re still staring at the door. Reba said she’ll give her another minute or so…maybe her watch was a little off… The 3 of them are staring at the door when Kyra walks in from the kitchen, eating a yogurt…stands next to them and stares at the door as well…hilarious.
He also (FINALLY) got his Emmy.
More likely a crayon. Goodness knows what little boys carry in their pockets! (I didn’t have boys, but I have brothers…and a good memory.)
He DID put in for Thanksgiving off this year; he may put in for Christmas, too.
My girl caught and moved a jumping spider when we were in a line for a ride at our local amusement park. You should have seen these big, tough-looking guys all cringing and backing away when she walked past them to put the spider in a grassy area near the ride! LOL
My 14-year-old daughter would not only catch it & put it outside, but talk to it as well. We keep a small box handy to catch spiders to put them outside (we don’t kill ’em; they eat skeeters) and I once watched as she talked the spider into the box!