Me: “By the way, the baby is fine. He no longer needs oxygen, so they sent him home.”
L’s Mother: “He no longer needs oxygen?! What kind of baby is this?”
Me: “You know what I meant!”
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Archive for the ‘The Wit And Wisdom Of L’s Mother’ Category
I Knew As Soon As She Grinned And Launched Into A Silly Dance
February 7, 2018“Do you want to watch something funny and short before bed?” L’s Mother asked me last night, so I took a step back and looked at her expectantly.
She got it.
Her Response: “Well . . . YEAH!”
August 3, 2017It turns out that a while back someone asked my wife and one of her coworkers what the secret of a successful marriage was. The coworker stressed the importance of harmony and that the wife should tend to all the husband’s needs, wants, and comforts.
It was at this point in the story that I interrupted my wife’s telling to laugh and observe that “Clearly your philosophy is different!”
Um . . . Phrasing!
July 18, 2017Pokémon Go continues to be a thing around here, so occasionally I find myself being roped into Pokémon hunts. I’m still okay with this, but some hunts go better than others, of course.
Recently a special Pikachu, one wearing Ash‘s hat, showed up on sightings while we were out, and off we went in search. The hunt . . . did not go well at first, and both L. and his mother were getting frustrated, until finally L’s Mother exclaimed, “Where is that Ash hat Pikachu?!”
My Morning Conversation (Take Two Thanks To A 404 Error)
July 17, 2017L’s Mother: We should do something fun tonight!
Me: Okay. Sounds good to me.
L’s Mother: Because it’s 7/17/17!
Me: Of course.
L’s Mother: I know it’s a made-up holiday, but it’s special to me.
Me: I know.
L’s Mother: Oh, and we should be sure to eat at 7:17!
Me: Too far.
And It Was Telling Me That It Was Time To Wrap It Up
May 10, 2017This one is going to take a bit of explaining.
When she was a child, L’s Mother spent a lot of time around a couple of British expatriates. Since these were her formative years, it left her with traces of a BBC worthy accent with certain words, primarily those that sound something like ‘really’ . . . but only when she’s tired.
Today turned out to be an incredibly busy day for us all (hence the lateness of this entry), and at one point I asked her how she was doing.
“I was going to hide how ‘weary’ I am,” she replied. “But I have a tell.”
It Was Just The Two Of Us In The Car
May 8, 2017“Oh, look!” L’s Mother exclaimed while we were in the car the other day. “Cute puppy!”
Since I was driving, I could only spare a fraction of a second to glance in the direction she was pointing, but as near as I could tell, the puppy was indeed cute. So cute, in fact, that the puppy reminded me of our own puppy, Isa, and the emergency bath I had to give her earlier that day.
“All puppies are cute when you’re not the one getting **** out of their fur,” I chuckled.
There’s No Shame In Admitting We Both Had To Look It Up
May 1, 2017This morning via text L’s Mother tried to congratulate me on replacing a door handle, but for some reason “handle” autocorrected to “hydrangea.” Her response to this was very . . . her:
Seriously? THAT’S what it gets from ‘handle’? Whose vocabulary needs that on autocorrect?
I could only think of one response:
Landscapers?
Sometimes It’s Just The Right Thing To Say (And Of Course I DID Promise)
March 24, 2017L’s Mother and I haven’t had much time for each other lately with all of us being some degree of under the weather . . . and because L. is six. In fact, last night she was bemoaning this fact, so I gently pulled her into my arms and assured her that soon we’d all be feeling better again and that she’d be [Censored. SERIOUSLY Censored. Whatever you think I might have said here, it’s probably tame in comparison to what I actually said!] in no time.
Now I’m pretty good at gauging my audience, but I wasn’t 100% sure I’d said the right thing until I saw her eyes mist over as she smiled at me and asked, “Really?! Promise?!”
