This afternoon I took my kids to the movies. It was one of those 3-D productions, so we got the funky glasses to go along with the tickets. Of course my kids also wanted some snacks.
"Two Kid's Combos please," I requested. It took a few minutes to receive those.
"Mama, can you hold this?" my son asked as he handed me his kid combo.
"Mama can you hold this?" my daughter asked as she handed me her 3-
D glasses. (Why do kids think their moms have as many arms as an octopus?)
We found our seats in the theater, and somehow I managed to allocate everything without dropping even so much as a popcorn kernel.
My son put on his 3-D glasses. They looked really big on his little face. I put on my 3-D glasses. They looked really small on my big face.
"Buddy," I said. "Let's switch glasses. I think I got your kid glasses."
We switched. Of course he had managed to get his buttery popcorn hands all over the lenses. When I put them on, the right lens was a mess. I couldn't get it cleaned either. So I watched the movie out of blurry 3-D glasses.
And then my daughter spilled her popcorn all over the floor.
Oh well. These are the joys of motherhood.