Years and years ago: I was with my kids and husband driving around doing chores. My husband pulled up to the cleaners and went inside. From the back, my five year old said, “Where is dad going?”
I said, “He’s picking up his uniform.”
Amazement and excitement from the backseat: “Daddy has a unicorn!?!”
I love being a mom.
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This is a core memory ❤️.
When my #4 sister was a toddler, we took her to see Santa Clause at a mall in Daly City. As we got through a large department store to where we could almost see where Santa Clause was within the mall beyond, she pointed in his direction and emphatically yelled, “Menopause!”. When my #5 sister, whose middle name is Andrea, was about the same age a few years later, she thought that she was getting blamed for the Loma Prieta Earthquake because news broadcasts mentioned that it was on the San Andreas Fault.
Omg! Those are great stories!
They are now, but Santa Clause was embarrassing at the time. The next door neighbor got a baby doll for #4 that was black. (She wanted to get the same baby doll that she had growing up in Brooklyn in New York, but when she went to the toy store (in the same mall where Santa Clause was) to get it, thought that the black baby dolls were cuter. It was SO creepy that I am glad that I did not see the caucasian baby doll.) Everyone hated the baby doll, so, of course, it was #4’s favorite. She dragged it around everywhere. We tried to lose it, but she always found it. Anyway, while Brent and I were in school, I brought him to my Pa’s home for a weekend. #4 came to the front door when we arrived to see who was there, and was dragging her ugly and very creepy baby doll. I was mortified! When she saw Brent, she dropped the doll and went straight for him. It had not occurred to me that she had never met anyone who resembled her creepy doll before.