September 2, 2020
Age is a matter of perspective
This week I will be celebrating turning 25…again. I figure you are only as old as you feel. To tell the truth, that varies from day to day.Little one and I were discussing age on our way to the consignment shop this week. As I got in the car I said “Ow! My foot still hurts.” (The day before, I had kicked a metal item by accident and bruised it.)
“And your back hurts?”
“No, but mommy does seem to be falling apart. How old do you think I am?”
“12″
“Really? Some days I feel 13.”
“No silly you are 12!”
“Well that would make me the same age as Sissy, so do you think that is right?”
“Yes”
After pondering that for a minute she blurted out, “Wait! That means she should be working like you.”
“Exactly.”
Age poll
I took a quick poll while writing this, and here are the results of how old I am:little one: 12
my daughter: 65 – She is grounded now.
my son: the correct age – Mr. Mathematics is always correct, and that’s why I asked him…to find out myself.
Anyways…back to the story.
Shopping with a Prima Donna
We arrived at the consignment shop to see if there were any cute outfits she liked.
Miss Shoe Obsessed Preschooler couldn’t tear herself away from the shoe area. I showed her the only pair in her size, but that didn’t stop her from holding up 10 more pairs and asking if they fit. Finally I was able to lure her to the small 5 foot wide rack of clothes in her size.
She browsed through them with all the disgusted, picky attitude of a teenager. “That’s not fashionable.” Coming from someone who will wear the most uncoordinated outfits, I have a feeling I’m going to have an issue with her choice.
Then…she saw the dress. The orange and yellow fancy dress with a built-in jacket that should be reserved for Easter Sunday. Despite my explaining there was nowhere to wear a nice dress like that, she had to have it.
It was only $5, so I got it; but only because she said I was 12 on a day I was feeling more like 85. She twirled and spun around in the dress for the next two days. Then I found her painting while wearing it, so now it’s a $5 fancy painting smock.
Good news Sissy! We are twins!
Sissy was not as excited as I was about the news. Her reaction could be better described as horrified, embarrassed, and shocked. I excitedly explained how this justifies our wearing matching jeans on the same day, which is something she is careful to avoid.
Later I found her in my bathroom rubbing some Oil of Olay lotion on her face.