Little Miss Thing, age 6: “He’s stealing it!”
Me: “Stop. Why are you taking her thing?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Uh… because I wanted to.”
Me: “Hey, just a thought… please go get your most prized possession and stand next to me. No reason. Completely unrelated.”
DM: “No thank you. I think I learned my lesson.”
Two days ago a certain girl asked for a very specific big-eyed cat stuffed animal. I’ve tried probably 10 different stores and gift shops, but settled for a parrot and a dolphin because no one has the cats in stock.
So, this morning I got a little lost while looking for a CVS to buy antacids (something about eating an entire pizza at 1:00 am.)
Suddenly I’m in a really rough neighborhood, all bail bonds and check cashing and gun stores. I spot a Walgreen’s and stop for antacids. Lo and behold… they have giant stacks of the big eyed cats.
Karma? Divine intervention? Dumb luck?
I don’t care.
It’s going to make a little girl very happy and she deserves a break.
While searching the garage this evening for brightly colored tape, so I can mark a low hanging beam, I of course bang my head on said low hanging beam.
Some would call that irony.
Some would call it Karma.
I call it a typical Wednesday.