Shorts
whirly craziness
Blurbs from Faye’s day-
1. Chuck-E-Cheese makes me feel autistic.
2. I got a little teary-eyed at Jackson’s Preschool “Graduation” ceremony when his teacher recited a poem about caring for the little ones all year, watching them grow, holding them when they needed holding, playing “mom” away from mom, etc… Jackson is quite fond of his teacher, and the reason is quite apparent. She, the teacher, really invests herself in those little people and cares about them at the individual level.
3. At the ceremony Jackson recited a poem with one of his “buds”. Very cute to see, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he displayed no stage fright. In ordinary circumstances he can frequently become bashful when placed in the spotlight.
4. Josephine learned her first lesson in checkout-lane-candy-economics. While I check out at the grocery store, she is ordinarily still in the cart. Today, however, while waiting in line at the check-out she was getting pestered by Olivia, they were in a double-cart, and she’d finally had enough so I took her out. I was holding her until I had to pay, and so I let her stand on the floor next to her big bro. (He has his checkout-lane-candy impulses under control).
Naturally, like any human being under the age of 14, she stood staring, inspecting the candy that has deliberately been placed there at toddler eye-level as a marketing tactic. Of course! We all know that. Just like the fun cereals in the cereal aisle are on a shelf about 3 feet off the ground.
She started picking at the candies, gum, yadda… I pleasantly instructed her from my post at the credit card machine, “Josephine, leave it“…. of course, I am smart enough to know by now that 23 month old auditory nerves do not always relay “leave it” to the cortex. As a result of the diminished auditory nerve function, a package of bubble gum was quickly ripped open and bubble gum spilled forth onto the floor…
So, I went over picked up the bubble gum and scooped Josephine up in my arms, handed the bubblegum to the cashier so I could pay for our mishap. Instead of handing the bubblegum to Josephine, I put it in my purse, and WHEW!!! The crying and screaming started. 
The older woman in line behind me smiled at me, I typically assume that older women who see me with my clan are probably “remembering those days“… or I also think to myself, “I wonder if I appear to be Wonder Woman at this moment, or like I’m crazy.”
Josephine cried and screamed all the way out to the car and maintained her drama while I loaded groceries into my vehicle. Ha!!!! Wouldn’t you know, just as I am feeling as though my scenario was quite a spectacle, I stood up and there, four car spaces away were my parents’ neighbors waving at me from their car. “Oh, I wonder how long they’ve been sitting there watching the entertainment?”
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