Friday, September 2, on the way home from school, Taylor asked if she could call Mimi. Here's the conversation.
Taylor: Mimi, did you know tomorrow is my mom's birthday?
Mimi: Yes, I did.
Taylor: Oh! (As she tried to cover her disappointment)
Mimi: Taylor, did you know tomorrow is mine and Popsi's anniversary?
Taylor: Really?
Mimi: Yes, your mom was born on mine and Popsi's anniversary.
Taylor: You mean that you had to go to the hospital on your anniversary? That is NOT good!
Determined to be the one to share the big news with someone, Taylor asked to call Memaw. I'm sure everyone remembers our last few posts about Memaw. If you need a refresher, you can click here and here.
Back to the phone call to Memaw...
Taylor: Memaw, did you know that tomorrow is my mom's birthday? Do you want to come to our house to spend the night for my mom's birthday?
Me (yelling to the back of the car): Do NOT invite Memaw to our house to spend the night for my birthday.
Taylor: I know you can't drive, but Nanny will bring you.
Me (still yelling): Taylor, do NOT invite Memaw to spend the night at our house. We are not having a birthday party tomorrow.
Taylor: Memaw, I know Nanny will bring you to our house if you just call her and ask her.
Me (considering parking the car on the side of the road to physically intervene): TAY-LOR! Do NOT invite Memaw to our house! We ARE NOT having a party! Tell Memaw bye!
Taylor (to me after ending the call): Mom, Memaw said that she can't come to our house tomorrow for your birthday. I told her that if she will just call Nanny that Nanny will bring her to our house to spend the night for your birthday. Don't you think Nanny will bring her?
On a different note...
Kennedy is at a new school this year. She is going to school where we live rather than where I teach. Henderson is a typical "small town" where everyone knows everyone and everyone's family. The teachers at Kennedy's new school are beginning to figure out who she is and "where she comes from". She apparently doesn't listen well and just puts pieces of conversations together.
One day she came home and said, "Mom, I learned something about you today." Curiously I asked, "what?". She said, "I learned that YOU taught Mrs.Bishop's husband!" As I giggled, I explained to her that Mrs.Bishop is close to Mimi and Popsi's age, and that they have children about my age. I think she finally understood when I told her Mrs.Bishop's husband taught while I was in school, and I later taught in the same district with him. Surely she doesn't really think I'm old enough to have taught Mr.Bishop...I hope.
Today Kennedy was telling me about some teachers at her school who know my parents. She was going on about Mrs.Trimble and Mrs.Griffith. She said, "They told me that they knew my Popsi when he was in school or something." I asked if they told her that Popsi was a bad kid. She said, "No. They just said they knew all the Akin people." She said proudly, "I told them that Popsi is in Pennsylvania and he works for the C. I. and A." As I tried to not laugh out loud, I explained to Kennedy that Popsi is in Pennsylvania, but he works for C.B.&I." She said, "Oops!"
They are so funny. I think it's my reward from God for surviving another day of Motherhood.
