Just now, I was partaking in my lovely job duties as telecounselor. A little person (I don't know if it was a boy or girl) answered the phone and said "it's for you dad." This kid could not have been more than like 2. It was cute.
On that note, I went to TJ Maxx on my lunch today. I am looking for some new hand towels for my bathroom, because mine are getting kind of oldish and it's hard to find the bright colored towel colors that would match with my shower curtain. Anyway, I'm peeking down an aisle to see if they have any colors I might like. A little girl who is like 3 looks at me:
LG: "It's down that way."
Me: "Oh really, thanks?"
Yeah, she totally told me where to go. Then I heard her telling her grandma how she "helped a lady find something." Kids are so funny.
A story of the wonderful childhood of my brother, Ryan and I...
Ryan was the biggest snoop at Christmas time when we lived on Noblet Road. (Which to anyone who remembers my house on Noblet Rd - that sucker is for sale for like $59,000 {foreclosure}! I so wish I could buy it - Halloween barn parties again!) He knew all my mom's hiding spots and would be sure to tell me he knew where my presents were until I pretty much had to beg him mercilessly to tell me. So then I would find some of them (the Mickey Mouse watch, gold necklace and other things I'm sure) and be happy to know what I got. But when I look back on it, doing that kind of stinks because there is such a lack of surprise when it comes time to open presents.
Anyway, this one time Ryan & I couldn't figure out what was under the tree. My mom would always wrap some of our presents and put them under the tree and hide the rest. Ryan & I would sit under that tree and shake and shake trying to figure things out. We were left alone after school until like 11:00 (we were 11 & 15 at the time, my mom worked nights) so one night the curiosity killed us. We each opened one flap on our present to peek in and see what was inside. I peeked in and saw that it was a porcelain doll I had wanted. I don't remember what Ryan got, and who cared! When it came time to "reassemble" the gift it was not easy. The wrapping paper could not be salvaged. So Ryan & I had no choice but to wrap it in different paper and to sweat it out, waiting for mom to notice.
She never did.
Ah, what a great memory. Until we tell that story to my mom and she thinks we are savages.
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