So, I'm standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom along with my three daughters as we get dressed up for my lunch work party last Saturday. I am dressed up as a hippy because I happen to have a few things laying around that could be construed as hippy-ish. The conversation goes as follows.....
Alex: Seriously? A hippy? They are are going to ask you why you didn't dress up.
Me: Oh come on, like I would ever thread beads in my hair, wear six necklaces at once, or a scarf on my head.
Hannah: Mommy, is a hippy an animal?
Alex: (straight faced) It depends on who you ask.
So after all this bathroom hilarity, I drive Levi to a birthday party before taking the girls to my work party. Birthday boy's dad gives me an awfully funny look. Later, when I go to pick Levi up the dad says, "You are looking even more flower-childish than usual today."
It is so irritating when Alex is right.
1 comment:
You should make a board game, Hungry Hungry Hippies. You could try to win wool socks, or bowls of oatmeal with nutritional yeast and soy milk. The markers would be different coloured Birkenstocks (made with NuBuck, not real leather, of course).
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