this past summer, we sat on the porch at grandma and grandpa's house in the evenings to drink in the lovely dusk and the mountain breezes pouring out of the canyon.
and we told knock knock jokes and climbed the poles and ran races and timed them to see how fast we were getting. some of us got pretty fast. and the husband taught the children how to handle corners when racing.
often, i would find two children on my lap, wanting tickles. or just time.
one evening, middle daughter was on my lap and little son was behind me, playing with my hair- which i always love and welcome. pretty soon i noticed he was muttering something as his little fingers danced through my hair. so i listened closer and understood him to be saying,
"searching, searching, searching."
finally i asked him what he was doing. to which he matter-of-factly replied,
"i'm searching for the eyes in the back of your head."
all mothers have them, you know. my mom did.
yesterday morning as i was helping oldest daughter with her hair before sending her off to school and her exciting field trip, she decidedly announced that she knows i do not have eyes in the back of my head.
aghast, i demanded to know where this preposterous notion had originated. she then declared that she had googled it.
what? googled if moms have eyes in the backs of their heads? she did. at school, during computer time.
who gave permission for that? don't school computers have filters? and where's the teacher who should be monitoring what the children are doing?
i have been thinking long and hard for a rebuttal to this revelation. and i got nothing. nothing.
years and years to build up a good story and darn that google goes and destroys it all in one search.
still, amazing what you can google. donchathink?