Issues

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I got rated this because of the words "hurt" and "pain". Huh?

So you know that yesterday we went and saw The Wizard of Oz at the theater. The kids had a good time. The Girl sat next to me and kept asking me when we would see the witch next; she seemed a bit obsessed with her. Despite what I thought before I got there, I did have a good time with them and I imagine that at least the Girl will remember that event for the rest of her life. There is nothing like seeing that movie in a theater. I remember seeing E.T. at the drive-in theater. I was frightened for months. My older brother's friends would call the house, ask for me and say, "E.T. phone home!" just like the alien himself and I would scream and put the phone down. My brother would scramble around on the floor in continuous laughter, holding his gut. I don't know how Drew Barrymore did it.

The Girl had to get ready directly after the movie to go to the lake with the same couple that took them all on the raft. They have a seven year old granddaughter visiting and wanted to know if my girl could play. My girl got her bag together, grabbed all her items she needed and I asked her if she was prepared.
"So, what did you put in your bag?"

"Oh, just my swimming suit, the towel, a left over mint for Hannah, my Hello Kitty hair clippies, and some tissues."

I thought I heard her wrong. "Some what?"

"Some tissues, because my nose is having issues."

I thought I really heard her wrong this time. "Your nose is having what?!"

She stared at me completely annoyed. She stood still and spat out in still a respectful way, "some ISSUES, Mom."

"Oh," I said. "What kind of issues?"

"Even though I take the white pill it still gets stuffy at night and through the morning. It has issues."

"Oh, I see," I said, "my nose does that too."

I was successful in not laughing at her because that was just too much. This girl literally talks to me like an adult and at times it is just so apparent that I even get taken aback.

The other day I was outside with the neighbor girl's aunt who had taken my girl and the neighbor girl out for the day and she had just brought them back home. We were talking about discipline and whatnot and we noticed that the girls were running around a tree as fast as they could. My girl said under her breath, "I am just burning some calories!"

The neighbor girl's aunt said, "I bet she gets that from you and all your running!" and she laughed heartily.

Did I mention that Eraser Eater is now attempting to have a button collection? This is not driving me nuts because I have chosen to use it as an advantage for myself. Yesterday I needed the boys to keep themselves busy while I ran for a spell and I really wanted them to get some of that summer reading down so we could record it down on their program sheets. My wicked plan worked. I told Eraser Eater that I would let him choose from my myriad of buttons (only one) if he successfully read for that good hour or so with no issues. He was incredibly eager and happily did it. For some reason, using the word wicked reminds me of that line the witch says when she is melting, "How could you destroy my beautiful wickedness!?" or something like that. I had a good laugh about that.

Dear Sir thinks the button thing is odd, but does not say anything about it, to my happiness. We had a talk about it last night.
"So what do you think about Eraser Eater and those buttons?"
"Yeah, he's obsessed with them," Dear Sir laughed, "it is sort of weird, but whatever."
"I am just glad he is not collecting coins," I said with relief, "buttons are better than coins."

Buttons are better than coins. I have issues with coins.