6 of 8.
She does have a way with the English language.
While waiting for 2 of 8 to finish some classes at a dance convention recently, I headed to an outlet mall close to the venue. I dragged 6 and 7 of 8 into a variety of stores, intent on my quest for finding good deals. It didn’t take long until 6 of 8 was lagging behind, asking how much longer we were going to have to shop and why couldn’t we go to a toy store and was I ever going to buy anything for her.
And so it went. Me telling her to stop whining. Her dragging along behind me.
Finally, 6 of 8 sought stronger words to explain her level of fatigue and boredom.
“Mom,” she said, “my feet are so tired that they’re going to throw up.”
Nauseous feet?
Queasy ankles?
Okay, 6 of 8. You win.
We left.
Thu, 20 Jan 2011 19:58:00 +0000julielylescarr
