How did she know?

Yesterday was Monday.  As I’ve mentioned before, Monday is Family Home Evening at our house.  Last night, however, we weren’t at home.  First, the entire family accompanied me to the doctor’s office.  I’m going to live!  (Not that there was ever any question of that.)  No, seriously, I’m doing great.  Even though I’m still sore and slow.  Then, we made a trip to McDonald’s for ice cream.  Before we returned home, our plan was to deliver Christmas goodies to some of our friends.  So, we made a bathroom stop before we began our deliveries.

This may not sound like the traditional Family Home Evening, but the point is that we were spending time together and there was ice cream involved.

Speaking of points, I’m not getting to the one I intended to fast enough.  My intended point is the following story:

As we approached the large, heavy, public restroom door, I considered my physical state.  I considered the door.  I was tired and achey.  I listened to Endeavor, who was trying to convince me that since she had no need for a restroom break, she should be allowed to stand outside and wait for her father and brothers (being male, they had probably already finished their business in the restrooms before we girls had even entered).  I considered the door again, and the possibility that there may be another heavy door beyond this one.  “No, Endeavor,” I said, my decision made on all counts.  “I need you to join Superkid and I in the restrooms.  Because you can’t wait outside by yourself, and because your mother is afraid she can’t open this door by herself.”

Endeavor grudgingly obliged, saying as she pushed open the restroom door, “Fine, Mom, I’ll come and open doors for you. “

At this, Superkid looked up at her older sister and said seriously, “Mommy’s superpowers have been weakened.  We have to do what we can to help her.”

She’s so on to me.  What was it that gave it away?  My lightening reflexes?  My laser vision?  Perhaps my ability to talk on the phone and measure out the ingredients for cookies simultaneously.  Whatever it was that tipped her off, I’ll have to be more careful in the future.

And, speaking of SUPER…….

Best wishes to all of my fellow supermoms as you prepare your homes for Christmas!

Comments

  1. I LOVED this post and how cute what she said about your weakened superpowers!

    Stef, Ryan, Wyatt and Logan
    http://www.whenlifehandsyouabrokenheart.blogspot.com

  2. The Chidesters says:

    You have one up on me….I don't think my kids think I even HAVE super powers. Except for eyes in the back of my head. I'm pretty sure my 5-year-old is fairly certain I've got those.

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