Sitting in the hall helping with math facts for M's class. She marches up to me with a look of desperation on her face.
"Mom, do you have ANYTHING red in your purse that I can wear?"
(After a quick search ... ) "Nope."
M says, "Not even red lipstick?!?"
(Thinking to myself -- since when have you EVER seen me wear RED lipstick?) "Sorry ... "
"Ugh!!!! (insert dramatic arm-flailing & eye rolling here) I looked
in my backpack, and all I have is a nasty pair of dirty red valentine
socks." (stalking dramatically back into class.)
I sit pondering why on earth she has nasty, dirty socks still in her backpack ...
(Bouncing out of class with a look that is one part disgust, one part
twinkle-eyed mischief, and two parts smirk) M flings her arms, drops her
shoulders, and says, while shaking her head, "*Sigh* What kind of mom
doesn't even have RED lipstick in her purse?"
(Umm ... that would be me.) "Apparently, this kind of mom ... "