Lately Julia has discovered the fun of pressing the button that lowers her window (I was going to say "of rolling down her window," but I guess that would be me showing my age?) and, as I drive her home from daycare, hollering "HI!" out the open window to anyone we pass.
Some fuddy duddy part of me things she shouldn't be doing this, so I try to shush her, but it's not so effective when I'm laughing at the same time.
Earlier today I had some errands to run. Julia was with me, and we were at a red light at in intersection when she bellowed "HEY GUY – NICE MOTORCYCLE!"
My head whipped around and fortunately the window was shut. I also didn't see anyone on a motorcycle. But I guess she'd seen one go by.
Anyway, among my errands, I had to pick up a few things at the grocery store. I tend to start at the produce end and work my way to the other end – that's how I write out my lists. HowEVER, I am used to the OTHER store I go to, and this one isn't laid out quite the same, so I ended up having to go all the way back to the produce section again, because in THIS store, that's also where the in-store bakery is.
Exciting stuff, I know.
Anyway, I'm looking at all the breads and rolls, trying to find what I wanted for tonight, and Julia is sitting in the kid seat of the shopping cart.
And suddenly I hear her call to another customer.
Now – I will pause here, because you have to hear this in your head a certain way. Hers was not the sweet little girly voice you might imagine. It had a more sullen, sneering tone, but not quite that mean – kind of a midpoint between mockery and apathy and sullenness. Like a teenager on a happy day.
And the target? All I saw was the back of a little old lady as she pushed her cart toward the frozen fish.
"Hey, nice lipstick!"
I don't know where this comes from. I was not at ALL like this. I wasn't.