Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Wow, you all had great guesses! The funny (tragic?) thing is that I've said them all. A few that made me laugh out loud were "No tuba playing," "Where's your diaper?" "Mama needs chocolate," and "TubaDad come home." Classic. The winner, with the closest guess, is Granddaddy. Of course he says it wasn't a fair fight because he personally heard me say the phrase-o-the-week no less than 3 times before 8am this morning. So without further ado, the phrase heard all the dang time in this house is (drumroll please...): Mama has feet!!! (Spoken in varying tones ranging from light humor to disbelief to exasperation, depending on how many times I've uttered it that day.) Pretty bad, huh? Who knew that something like that would (need to) come out of my mouth. But the girls trip over my feet and go flying flat on their faces over and over again. And the rest of the day they spend trying to get as close to me as possible -- usually while standing painfully on my tender toes. Every single time they trip and crash they look at my feet in shock and disbelief. What happened?! Blink blink. How did those get here?! Blink blink. Have I ever seen those before?! Now bear in mind that I do not have svelte, tiny little feet. My nine-and-a-halfer boats would never be accused of being invisible. Whooooeeeee no. Oh well. I will eventually prevail. Someday the girls will be tearing through the room screaming wildly and chasing each other, they'll get near me and remember my words, and will gracefully leap over my feet then continue running around trying to kill each other. Ahhhh. Yeah, a girl can dream, right? So, am I the only one with this problem? Anyone else being trampled, stood upon, accidentally kicked in the head, or just generally being treated as a jungle gym by the teeny loves of your life? Please fess up and make me feel better. What Mama Bruises are YOU sporting?