Remember when you were mortified by your parents because they said or did something TOTALLY uncool in front of your friends? Your friends would knowingly roll their eyes in sympathy, understanding your pain… and sharing your desire to grow the hell up so you could do the same thing to YOUR OWN kids. (you see where I’m going with this, right?)
Kelsey and I were in the bread aisle the other day, and Olivia Newton John’s “A Little More Love” was playing on the musak. I was singing along… because it was just a great opportunity to encourage the sure as clockwork “Mom, PLEASE!!” reaction from the girl. And because, who can resist singing along to that song???
While the singing and the average-every-day embarassment was mighty fine, the parental gods were smiling on me… Just as I finished my best “will a little more loove make it righ…IIIIGHT!” a cutie pie of a boy walked around the corner of the ice cream case and headed up the aisle toward us. I’m fairly certain he was close enough to hear my amazing vocalizations, and to make it even more perfect, Kelsey didn’t know he was there yet because she was facing the opposite direction. At just the right moment, I said “Kelsey, quit singing, geez…” and just as she started to say “I’m not!” she caught sight of Cutie Pie coming up on her right.
The priceless look on her face – OH MY GOD!!! It was hysterical!!!! Her mouth was open to say “I’m…” and her eyes got wide and cut to her right, and she just froze. Oh how I wish I had the video surveillance from the store. *sigh*
Parenthood can sometimes be quite rewarding.