It's the hundredth anniversary of Mother's Day here in the United States. At the pad of the Mama Diaries, that's a big deal! To celebrate the occasion, I'm giving away autographed copies of my books to two lucky winners. I'll send them anywhere in the world. The winner will be chosen on Tuesday. If you'd like to have a chance to win, please leave a comment below.
Also, for anyone who missed my previous post, I won the ePublishing Experts contest to have That Mama is a Grouch made into an animated ebook. Thank you to everyone who shared my article on Why Children's Books are Important! I couldn't have done it without you!
Now for the story:
I took my nine-year-old son to the baseball game this past weekend. And of course, we had to get food. The kid's food of choice? Chicken wings and cotton candy. Now, my kid is not exactly the neatest kid on the block. By the time he was done, his face and hands were covered with a sticky residue of barbecue sauce and cotton candy sugar. He was a mess! I gave him a bunch of napkins and told him to clean himself. But when you're that dirty, nothing helps!
Not long after his meal, it was "High Five" time at the field. This is a little break in the action, where everybody high fives each other, and the cameras pan the audience to catch all the high five fun.
"Mama, high five!" Bubba said, holding up one of his disgustingly sticky hands.
"Dude, there is no way I'm high fiving you!"
He put his hands together and high fived himself. Except he had trouble getting his hands unstuck. It took quite an effort, and I could see his skin actually being pulled from the palms of his hands as he tried to get them apart.
"That's ridiculous, Bubba!" I said.
Then he got an evil look in eyes. Do you know what he did? He put those disgustingly sticky hands on my hair!
"Bubba!" I yelled, bolting out of my chair. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you a high five. On your head!"