Friday, October 18, 2013


We are walking out of Target after each of the kids spent their $20 and I bought coffee.

Zack has a large nerf sniper gun.

Zoe has cute white shoes.

 I'm wishing I'd bought myself something but what I need to do is get us home so I can get writing and finish my report.

As we start to cross the parking lot Zack grabs my hand and asks, "Does this mean you're going to be invisible when we get home?"

What? What? I ask, snapped out of my daydream about the Almond Joy bar I didn't buy.

"Does this mean when we go home and try to talk to you, you're going to put your hands over your ears and shout I'M WORKING! I'M INVISIBLE! I'M NOT HERE, YOU CAN'T REALLY SEE ME SO DON'T TALK TO ME!"

I pat him on the head and agree, yes, Mom has HUGE deadline to meet, but I'll try not to act crazy. 

He nods his head then slings his huge weapon into the car, and pulls it across his lap ready for whatever comes next.