On the way to a summer camp class, right in the middle of the city, we pass a man wearing a cowboy hat. The younger girl starts hopping up and down, pointing and screeching, "MAMA-MAMA-MAMA! LOOK! It's a real COWBOY!" He cocks a grin, and tips his hat at her.
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The trio returns from grocery shopping. I'm parked under a nursing baby. The oldest enters with a hopeful look on her face.
"Mom, we asked Daddy to take us to Raskin Bobbins [sic] but he said we had to ask you."
"Okay, I'll talk to him about it."
One hour later...
"Mom, did you talk to Dad about going to Askin Robbens?"
"No, but I will."
One hour later...
"Mom, did you and Dad decide-"
"NO NOT YET DON'T ASK ME AGAIN I WILL TELL YOU WHEN WE FIGURE IT OUT."
"Okay."
(I lied. We had already discussed it and planned it for an after-dinner treat.)
One hour later... rain is coming down in buckets.
"Honey, Dad and I thought we would go to get ice cream after dinner but now it's raining too hard. I'm sorry."
"Mom, this rain is freaking me out. I would rather stay home. It's okay."
"We'll go another day, okay?"
"Yeah, mom." Hugs.
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