RecipeMuncher

Lately Julia has discovered the fun of pressing the button that lowers her window (I was going to say "of rolling down her window," but I guess that would be me showing my age?) and, as I drive her home from daycare, hollering "HI!" out the open window to anyone we pass. 

Some fuddy duddy part of me things she shouldn't be doing this, so I try to shush her, but it's not so effective when I'm laughing at the same time.

Earlier today I had some errands to run.  Julia was with me, and we were at a red light at in intersection when she bellowed "HEY GUY - NICE MOTORCYCLE!"

My head whipped around and fortunately the window was shut.  I also didn't see anyone on a motorcycle.  But I guess she'd seen one go by. 

Anyway, among my errands, I had to pick up a few things at the grocery store.  I tend to start at the produce end and work my way to the other end - that's how I write out my lists.  HowEVER, I am used to the OTHER store I go to, and this one isn't laid out quite the same, so I ended up having to go all the way back to the produce section again, because in THIS store, that's also where the in-store bakery is.

Exciting stuff, I know.

Anyway, I'm looking at all the breads and rolls, trying to find what I wanted for tonight, and Julia is sitting in the kid seat of the shopping cart.

And suddenly I hear her call to another customer.

Now - I will pause here, because you have to hear this in your head a certain way.  Hers was not the sweet little girly voice you might imagine.  It had a more sullen, sneering tone, but not quite that mean - kind of a midpoint between mockery and apathy and sullenness.  Like a teenager on a happy day.

And the target?  All I saw was the back of a little old lady as she pushed her cart toward the frozen fish.

"Hey, nice lipstick!"

I don't know where this comes from.  I was not at ALL like this.  I wasn't.

Lately Julia has discovered the fun of pressing the button that lowers her window (I was going to say "of rolling down her window," but I guess that would be me showing my age?) and, as I drive her home from daycare, hollering "HI!" out the open window to anyone we pass. 

Some fuddy duddy part of me things she shouldn't be doing this, so I try to shush her, but it's not so effective when I'm laughing at the same time.

Earlier today I had some errands to run.  Julia was with me, and we were at a red light at in intersection when she bellowed "HEY GUY - NICE MOTORCYCLE!"

My head whipped around and fortunately the window was shut.  I also didn't see anyone on a motorcycle.  But I guess she'd seen one go by. 

Anyway, among my errands, I had to pick up a few things at the grocery store.  I tend to start at the produce end and work my way to the other end - that's how I write out my lists.  HowEVER, I am used to the OTHER store I go to, and this one isn't laid out quite the same, so I ended up having to go all the way back to the produce section again, because in THIS store, that's also where the in-store bakery is.

Exciting stuff, I know.

Anyway, I'm looking at all the breads and rolls, trying to find what I wanted for tonight, and Julia is sitting in the kid seat of the shopping cart.

And suddenly I hear her call to another customer.

Now - I will pause here, because you have to hear this in your head a certain way.  Hers was not the sweet little girly voice you might imagine.  It had a more sullen, sneering tone, but not quite that mean - kind of a midpoint between mockery and apathy and sullenness.  Like a teenager on a happy day.

And the target?  All I saw was the back of a little old lady as she pushed her cart toward the frozen fish.

"Hey, nice lipstick!"

I don't know where this comes from.  I was not at ALL like this.  I wasn't.