No, really. It's true. And while my hair is a slightly different color today than it was when this picture was taken, I'm pretty sure it's still fairly obvious:
Granted, he looks like he needs to go to the bathroom (he did), but that's my mini. He is so like me in so many ways, right down to the way he annoys the ever-loving crap out of me on a regular basis. I find myself constantly yelling, "HULA HOOP!" which is code for "Get out of my personal space before I suffer from a total breakdown."
I'm thinking of getting a tattoo...on my forehead, no less. Anyway, there's no doubt who this child belongs to...the blue eyes, the light-ish hair (granted my hair changes on a sporadic basis, based on season/mood/boredom level), and the cheeks. Oh, the cheeks. I just want to take a bite out of them!
Tonight, we met his teacher, and when he was standing next to me introducing himself, his sweet teacher said, "Well, there's no doubt who you belong to! You look just like your mom!" Have I mentioned that I really like her?
Well. Then. I was about to introduce his dad and stepmom to the teacher, when stepmom started talking over me, introducing B's dad, and do you know what she said?! "This is B's dad, the one he REALLY looks like! Those lips!" And his teacher was quick to reply, "Oh yes...I see that he does."
Aca-scuse me?! Not only is my B my mini, but he's also my dad's clone. It's RIDICULOUS how much they look alike, and their birthdays are (52 years and) a day apart, too. I was dumbfounded. And speechless. BUT, I recovered and tried to introduce her, only to be cut off once again.
I have no words. I was telling my friend about it earlier this evening, in the presence of her sweet 6 year-old girl, and my C said, "Ms. Aubrey, she talked OVER you? That's so rude!"
Because even a small kiddo knows you just don't. Maybe it was the heat (the air conditioning didn't seem to be working very well, or at all) and she was cranky, but I still don't know how to respond to that, even hours later.
I also have a pretty fantastic bruise forming on my right knee. I think it'll be epic in both size and color when it's at its peak. See, I was walking through a store, a little on the fast side because N wouldn't stop talking to hear himself talk and it was pretty much making me wonder if I had any wine at home (Nope). I stopped to look at something, but my shoe kept going and the next thing I know, I'm totally taking a knee.
Good news? I didn't flash anyone. You know, since I was wearing a dress. I also didn't break anything, bleed, or cause any damage...aside from the edge of my big toe on my right foot. My poor pedicure is a little cracked now.
Call the Whambulance! I think I need a checkup!
Aubs

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