A text, received this morning, from a lovely lady at church that I do not know very well at all:

Are you available for the 9:15 3some?

I NEEDED to have a reason to curl up in a ball and laugh until I snorted. Usually I only do that with LaLa. Ooooh, for the love of “autocorrect” features.  What she meant was, “are you available for teaching the 9:15 3s room?” And… yes, i am. As soon as I grow up a little and think of a 3yr old- appropriate Mother’s Day craft that will not drive me crazy.

After that, I had a lazy morning with Ethan-11yr. We played Monopoly and he kicked my butt, despite still being clearly challenged by a brain injury. If I had wanted to take advantage of that, then maybe I coulda won, but I’m not really that competitive. It was a good opportunity to see what is still difficult for him, and where the improvements are. Then I took him to lunch and to a science museum. He was quiet, thoughtful, sensitive, and he rushed to open and hold every single door for me – including the car doors.

I’m not sure where this came from. But I like it.

Which I told him, repeatedly, and then he started to get a little irritated.  It was the lipstick on the cheek that was too much, but come ON- opening doors without prompting? How could there NOT be lipstick on the cheek?

It was Clinique pink spice, under MaryKay berry sparkle gloss, but muted by the previous eating of a chicken/veggie wrap without the chicken. For those of you who care.

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