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Ears in the Cornfield

"Mom, who is that doctor that Daddy doesn't like?"  Avery asked me yesterday.

I stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at her.

"What do you mean?"  I asked.
"I heard you talking to Daddy and you said that you saw the doctor that he doesn't like."  she explained.
"Oh, uh, I guess, uh, um."  I stammered.  "I, uh, like all doctors."
"But Daddy doesn't?"  she asked.

It's time to censor what we say when the kids are in ear shot, whether we think they're listening or not.  I did have a conversation with Chet about a particular doctor that he doesn't care for whom I saw when I was having that leg pain.  Apparently, Avery overheard.

As I type, Avery is reminding me of something that may have happened yesterday.

I went about my morning, feeding the baby and paying some bills.  It was approaching lunch, but the kids were quiet and the baby was sleeping, so I fed myself and popped in my yoga DVD.  After working out, I showered and fed the baby.  I instructed the kids to get themselves ready to go to an appointment we had for Milo.

We left for our appointment at 1:45pm and came home around 3:00pm.  The kids started whining for a snack.

"We're STARVING, Mom."  Avery whined.
"I too skinny."  Tucker lamented.

"You guys had lunch before we left so please wait until I get done feeding Milo."  I instructed.
"But, Mom?"  Avery said.  "We never had lunch."
"What do you mean, you never had lunch."  I argued.  "You had... you had a san... I made you lu....oh, my goodness, I never made you lunch!  I forgot to give you lunch!"

Avery started giggling.  She laughed and laughed and laughed.

"You forgot to give us lunch!  Ha ha ha ha ha!  You forgot!  Silly Mom!"  she taunted.
"What can I feed you?  Sandwiches?  Chicken?  Hamburgers?  McDonalds?  Anything.  Help yourself."  I said, feeling oh-so-guilty.

The kids settled for leftover sloppy joe's and a strawberry smoothie.

I'm sure yesterday will go down in history as The Day Mom Forgot To Feed Us Lunch.

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