You don’t know fear until you have your kids say those three little words to you multiple times a day.
“Why,” I ask, as I scrutinize their tiny fingers from a safe distance. C’mon, I’m no dummy. I’ve been taken for a sucker too many times, leaning in to smell them before they explain how they’ve just held a “wet toad” in our back yard, or that they’ve been petting a a bunch of stray kittens that hang out near our neighbor’s domicile. Or being told “they smell like throw up” on the way up to my nose. Yeah…awesome.
“Just smell them,” my little five-year-old daughter urged me the other day as she shoved them in my face. Thankfully karma was on my side this time. I was met with the sweet smell of wisteria and honey. “Ooh…those smell good, babe!” I said.
Grinning from ear to ear, she said, “Yep, they smell like Anfropologie.”
And I wept with pride and joy.
And for the record, I never want her to pronounce her “th” sound correctly. I much prefer the grammatical error.
These earrings are some serious razzle-dazzle bidness, but I’m totally into them. Just gotta be sure to keep the rest of the ensemble somewhat tame. I finally pulled the trig on them when the extra 25 off kicked in once they were on sale.
Finding out they were called “Seraglio Geode Drops” kinda sealed the deal too. Turkish Palace? I’m in. Concubine…not so much.
Hope your week is wrapping up nicely, my friends. We’re fixin’ to be serious Texans this weekend by hitting the Rodeo and Stock show downtown. Yee-ha!