Is anyone else tired of all the depressing stuff I've been blogging about lately?
Good. How about some Monkey Moments?
The day the Mad Scientist walked in his graduation ceremony was a Sunday. He was ushering during second service at our church. I hate sitting by myself, so usually when he does this (every three months, for the whole month, I think) we go to first service together. Then he ushers during second service, and I either find a quiet corner and knit, or hang out in the book store nook and read. It's a great system.
This particular Sunday, I decided, was extra special. We've spent FIVE YEARS getting to this point. So during second service I went home to put on some make-up, and generally tried to go the extra mile to look special for his big day. This took me the entire hour. (I'm a bit out of practice with the cosmetics.)
I picked everyone up as the service was ending. The children didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, 'til I leaned in to buckle them into their car seats. Monkey2 looked carefully at my face, and then said "Mama, why are your lips all red?"
"Because" I replied, "I painted them."
"Why did you do that?" She asked. Fair question.
"To make them look pretty." I answered. Then I made my fatal error. "Did it work?" I queried.
She examined my face once more, carefully, then sweetly replied "I don't think so."
So much for sprucing up a bit. This afternoon, Monkey1 decided he is going to be a cowboy. (He was looking at The Pioneer Woman's mustang photos over my shoulder at the time. Yet another good reason to read her site.) Monkey2 promptly decided that sounded like a wonderful career choice; she would be a cowboy as well. For this, I was informed, she would require "a cowboy hat, a bull whip..., and a horse." I'm still trying to decide if I should be concerned that the bull whip is essential, while cows, apparently, are not.
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