Camping story is to come after I get the pictures loaded onto the computer, but first a few little things that I wanted to get written down so that when Audrey has a daughter and is embarrassed of the things that she says I will have something to show her.
My sister came to visit. She was no more than out of the van when Audrey looked her up and down and asked "Why aren't you wearing pretty shoes today?"
Later that day we met the son of a neighbor. He had a little more of a "New York" to him than the farmer or engineer crowd that we tend to hang with. Audrey noticed this and said to him " I have never seen a guy that looks like you before." Thankfully he rolled with that one nicely, made a funny face and said "You mean like this?"
Last week I wore a brown shirt to church. As we were getting out of the van Audrey said "I like your shirt mom." I should have said "Thank You!" But her complement took me off guard because Audrey usually prefers bright color and doesn't like brown. "Really?" I asked. "No, not really. I was just saying that."
I was helping Audrey get ready yesterday. Afterward I asked if she wanted to see her hair. (As if I really needed to ask.) "How does it look?" I asked. "Great, but my outfit needs some work."
All joking aside, she worries us with her obsession with appearances. Our neighbor tells us not to worry, but that Audrey's attention to detail will make her a great police detective someday. (She would be good at that, wouldn't she?) This was after Audrey pointed out that the neighbor's shoes didn't match!
My sister came to visit. She was no more than out of the van when Audrey looked her up and down and asked "Why aren't you wearing pretty shoes today?"
Later that day we met the son of a neighbor. He had a little more of a "New York" to him than the farmer or engineer crowd that we tend to hang with. Audrey noticed this and said to him " I have never seen a guy that looks like you before." Thankfully he rolled with that one nicely, made a funny face and said "You mean like this?"
Last week I wore a brown shirt to church. As we were getting out of the van Audrey said "I like your shirt mom." I should have said "Thank You!" But her complement took me off guard because Audrey usually prefers bright color and doesn't like brown. "Really?" I asked. "No, not really. I was just saying that."
I was helping Audrey get ready yesterday. Afterward I asked if she wanted to see her hair. (As if I really needed to ask.) "How does it look?" I asked. "Great, but my outfit needs some work."
All joking aside, she worries us with her obsession with appearances. Our neighbor tells us not to worry, but that Audrey's attention to detail will make her a great police detective someday. (She would be good at that, wouldn't she?) This was after Audrey pointed out that the neighbor's shoes didn't match!
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