The other day, I was heading out to Ladies’ Poker Night, and my husband and youngest were teasing me that they would not let me go unless I brought them back a present. So I offered to bring them both 5 cents – Ladies’ Poker Night is a low stakes affair – and they agreed, although somehow I got talked up to 10 cents.
I didn’t win anything at poker, so I figured the deal was off, but the next morning much fuss was made about the fact that PRESENTS were PROMISED and not GIVEN and SADNESS. I rolled my eyes and continued making the grocery list and then went out to do the shopping.
When I got back, my older two children had left me notes.
From Gal Smiley:
MOM I heard that Dad and LMS were promist presants and DID NOT RECIVE THEM! Also am I getting a presant? or is that going to be “missed” as well?
love your daughter (who was not promist presants and did not get any!)”
And from Captain Jelly Belly:
Hey do I get presents? I heard you promised Daddy and LMS presents. It is not OK to show favouritism so I think I deserve some presents.
Do you not love me?”
Everyone had a dime waiting for them at their place at the table shortly afterwards.
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Well, at least they all got to give you their ten cents worth and more importantly, you got to go out with friends! Happy Holiday preparation days!
Wait, wait, wait… you have a Poker Night escape??? Damn. I know *nothing* about motherhood. Yet another proof!
I love this with a love that is too deep for words.
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