At our fancy lunch over to the Peter Piper today, my genetically closest female relative (who will be unnamed, so I don't get beat up) said: See this dress I'm wearing? I slept in it last night. I was pretty impressed, cause she'd paired it with some three inch gold wedge sandals, and was looking pretty fresh. I replied: See this dress I'm wearing? I wore it as a bathing suit cover-up yesterday.
Jane, poolside, yesterday, as I applied my SPF 70 sunscreen: Mom, you look like a white-faced witch. When she saw my horrified expression, she backpedaled: But you know, not in a bad way. It's the green-faced witches you want to avoid.
Kids like to play a pool game they have named "baby of wisdom." It involves one child holding another in a cradle hold, and then dunking the 'baby' for incorrect answers to trivia questions.
Whenever we get in the car, Tommy yells "Juicy!" and then everyone sings Better than Ezra at the top of their lungs.
Yeah, she continued, unfazed by my admission. Summer hygiene can get kind of lax.
Which is so true. I find myself sniffing my kids and asking: have you had a bath this week?
What are you letting slide this month?