Sipping Wine through a Straw

The question begs to be asked: Is it bad when your eight year old daughter brings you, not just your wine without you asking her (which admittedly goes against the grain of some parenting, unclear why), but shows up proudly with a straw in it? Clearly she sees the value of a glass of vino for mommy and the ease at which it needs to be consumed. I say increase her allowance!

Then something miraculous happened.  Unsolicited.  My little angels cleaned out my car.  Together. They pulled out water bottles, dirty shoes, a science project that had been growing in the third row, about three loads of dirty clothes, six hairbrushes, and a Justin Bieber folder.  They removed mats, washed them, vacuumed the car.  I was speechless. My photogirls working in tandem in any other arena other than fighting, is, well, not all that common.  Then it occurred to me:  They had been abducted by aliens and little carbon copies were left.  They got along and did something that can only happen when the mother ship beams down: they shared! I sipped my cab through my straw, ate my grapes in awe of these specimens, too afraid to move from my fold-out camp chair only feet away. The rest of the night continued without stress and love flowed like water.  They hugged each other goodnight; even shared  “I love yous”. I got cavities (and whiplash) witnessing this.

You’ll be happy and (oddly) relieved as I was to know that they woke up fighting over the same pair of pink and black socks, who got to use the toilet first, and my favorite: “Mommy, I wish I had a different sister!” They’re back.

Tammy

“Either give me more wine, or leave me alone.”                                                                        Rumi, circa 1200’s

Book Tip:  Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls  David Sedaris                                     Wickedly, laugh out loud funny!

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