I pulled in to the Taco Bell drive through this evening, big guy ordered what he wanted, then I drove around to pay.
Young male cashier: "That'll be $4.67, sir." He was talking to little, hair-in-braided-pigtails me!
He looked a bit shocked when he finally made eye contact with me. Guess he thought I was the source of the big male voice who had ordered.
Me: "Yeah, I'm looking a little mannish today, I know." <insert my big toothy, dare I say flirty, grin here>
As we pulled out of the parking lot I had some serious questions for my kid.
Me: "So, what are you getting me for Mother's Day?" (OK, brief pause here while I let you know that I so don't care about receiving things for Mother's Day...I really don't even need it acknowledged. To my mother's great disappointment, I also feel the same way about celebrating Mother's Day with her. Ah well....)
Big guy: "Something."
Me: "Give me a hint."
Big guy: "What do you want?"
Me: "I want you to spend the whole day with me, being super nice the whole time."
Big guy: "Maybe."
Big guy: "It's not Mother's Day today."
Me: "I know, but I'm excited."
Big guy: "You're looking mannish today, mom."
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