I have been running around like a maniac lately. I literally have no time. I hate this. Mondays are good but from the devil, Tuesdays get sucked up in chores and errands that have to be run, and lately I have been enveloped in Narnia with the Girl and Tintin with Eraser Eater, so I have been reading very little of my own stuff that is sitting neglected on my shelves. To say the least, today, I have four huge HEAPS of unfolded laundry at the foot of my bed just waiting for me to fold it all and put it away. I am not going to get into the massive pile of ironing that needs to be done.
Yesterday I had to make a run to the grocery store to get shavers for both Dear Sir and I because I have been using that poor man's shaver for the past month and therefore have dulled it terribly. Of course, the usually bearded man decides that he wants a clean-shaven face when I start using his shaver. Go figure, huh? So, I was making a dash with the kids to get the stupid things. On our way out, I saw an ATM for my bank so I got some cash. The Oldest and the Girl were standing next to me, but Eraser Eater, it appeared, went to the doors, but I couldn't see him.
Once we all got to the doors, I saw him standing beside the automatic sliding doors with his arms up in the air. He had a smile on his face. He scissor chopped his arms in front of him to get the doors to open as we approached.
"May the Force be with you!" he hollered and laughed, "And ALSO WITH YOU!"
I know that what he did would make no absolute sense to the usual protestant. The priest in an Anglican church would say, "The peace of the Lord be always with you," and the congregation would respond, "And also with you.." (usually with their arms outstretched). So to me, I had a good belly laugh over it---that boy is pretty clever.