Tuesday, August 25, 2009

She's Not My Kid!

Every little girl has played house before. They pretended to make dinner, and to watch up the babies. They waited until Daddy got home and then everyone went to bed, just to do the same thing over again the next day.

This weekend I got to play house, and I even had three little girls following me around calling me mommy. No joke, they all called me mommy. I don't think any of them even know my name. Once I reminded the middle child that my name was "Tressa", or "Babysitter" i needed, but she told me that, "she knew my name wasn't mommy, but we could pretend it was." Honestly how can you argue with that. So for four days three blond little girls following me around saying, "Can I push the elevator button mommy." (Sometimes they would call me mother if we were playing princess.)

The two oldest girls told me what love really is right at bad time. One said, "I don't like boys, except for this boy named Zach... He's five!" and then she giggled in the most girly voice. the oldest and more mature girl said, "I know I'm in love, because I read in a book that love feels like you got ran over by a truck. That's what I feel."

This last one made me laugh. When Deborah and I feel gross and ugly we often say, "I feel like I just got hit by a Truck." Who knew we were just in love.

It was a very fun weekend, and I started to really get used to being called mommy. Of course every now and then I didn't like it. Like the time we went to the library, and the littlest refused to keep her old diaper on, and we didn't have an extra. She went around the library flashing everyone because she was wearing a dress. then as we got ready to go she began to scream that she didn't want to go. then she screamed that she needed this book.(It was Street Car Named Desire, I thought that might be a little out of her range.) As we were walking out of the library, with the little girl flashing everyone, she screamed, "Mommy I don't want to go!!!" All I wanted to do was look at the lady next to me and say, "She's not my kid." but you know, I think a lot of people wouldn't have believed me.