Mamalicious in the City

It was a happy one.  E made me a card.  I’d picked out a brunch place and we all went.  Me, e and the man.  We went to the park.  There was a nap.  I made dinner and we played catch.  Well, I played for a few minutes anyway.  A five year old hurling a ball at me (foam though it was) is evidently not my comfort zone but I made my best effort.

Last year’s Mother’s Day was fine, but sort of odd.  This year I knew what I wanted to do and I did it.  Can it really be that simple?  I ask myself that question a lot, actually. 

E kept wishing people a happy mother’s day when he heard it.  Like, happy fourth of July!    He was proud of the card he made.   We really had a nice day.

So I tried on a dress I’d bought on a whim at H&M last year.  I wore it a couple of times but I wasn’t convinced by it. 

This morning I tried it on and looked myself over in the mirror.

Mommy, e said (actually, it was more like he breathed it excitedly).  You look like a zebra. 

This is the boy who is pleased if he wears red because it means he looks like Spiderman.   According to e, looking like a zebra is pretty outstanding.

I put the dress in the Goodwill bag.

It’s the dirty little secret about preschoolers.  They’re all insane.  No one seems keen on admitting this.  Overheard at school:

Girl #1: We all have to draw the same thing!

Girl #2: But you know why I don’t have to draw what you’re drawing?  Because I just got back from vacation, so I can draw what I want.

I said to the table: That makes absolutely no sense. 

And yet, everyone at the table looked pretty content with this statement.  In fact, I think I caught my kid rolling his eyes at me.  Mom.  You just don’t understand.