“A penny a kiss.
A penny a hug.
We’re saving our pennys
in a little brown jug.”
So, I was contemplating how I was using the same brushes now and just how I am becoming more and more like my mom each day.
Last week I heard myself saying to honey, “I think if someone would just show me how it works, I would really enjoy Facebook.” SERIOUSLY! That is just what my mom would say about something computer related.
Recently at the grocery store I had to swipe my card three times because I kept turning it the wrong way. SERIOUSLY!
We went to the movies Saturday – the 4:00PM showing. They charged us the “prime time” fee and I asked the girl taking our ticket, “Is 4:00 not considered a matinee anymore?” Her response? “A what?” SERIOUSLY! I looked at her and said, “Please don’t tell me that they don’t have matinees anymore. . .” Turns out they do – she was just a dipstick.
Anywho, all this to say – my siblings and I have given my mom a hard time for years about stuff like this. I have now come to realize something and it isn’t pretty. My mom is not old. My mom is not dumb (I have never said she was, but our jokes probably implied it). My mom is a mother of three! All this stuff is par for the course. I am a mom of three. Heaven help me.
Yes, all of this from looking at paint brushes.