Why is it when I don't feel good, that my kids and pets act the worst? I don't understand.
Yesterday, I had that frenum procedure done, which left me with a seriously puffed up upper lip.
"Mom, you look like a duck," my daughter said. She promptly got out her iPod and took a video of me. Being the good-natured individual I am, I gave her a good show. "I'm going to post this on Youtube," she said.
I scowled at her. "If you do, you're grounded forever!" (No, you are not going to see a video of me looking like a duck!)
Then the dumb dog came over with his slobbery tug. He shoved that thing into my lap. "No, Schultz, I'm not playing tug with you. Leave me alone!" He kept doing it. Finally, I had to take it away. I don't think he was pleased.
Two seconds later, my son ran down the stairs, dressed in nothing but his underware and a black vampire cape.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"I'm Captain Underpants!" he said with a big grin on his face.
"Bubba, just because I look like a duck, doesn't mean you can look like Captain Underpants. Go put on some clothes!"
"Tra la la!" he shouted and ran off to chase the dog.
(Remind me not to get him anymore Captain Underpants books!)
Of course my husband was out of town, and I had to deal with this zoo crew all by myself.
When he came home this morning, he took one look at me. "Can I get some orange paint and paint your upper lip? I'll get you some orange socks, too, and you can be a duck!"