Wacky Wednesday – Inside Jokers

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

Now that things are going better and I am more physically able, That Little Girl and I spend some time together just us. We try to do a couple hours each weekend, but we don’t always have it. We just do our best to line it up with That Baby’s nap so that That Guy can be doing something here at the house as well. Needless to say, it takes some coordination to make sure we hti all those goals. I am happy to say it has been really good for our relationship getting back to “the old days” as she likes to call it.

Our outings are filled with silliness, naturally. One particular day involved picking out a gift for an upcoming bridal shower That Little Girl would be going to with me. Since it was her first shower, I wanted to try to make sure the idea would hold her interest and she was invested in it. Helping me pick out a gift seemed like it would help curtail any bad behavior when the day came for the shower.

I skipped the cart when I entered the store and headed back to have the registry printed. We had to wait our turn in line since it was a weekend afternoon. Keeping her occupied without touching and subsequently breaking anything was surprisingly easy. Once we had the list, we started to wander around the place settings trying to match up the displays with the list. As is always the case on a registry, the items I really think sound fun are not available in store. In an effort to keep the trip short and That Little Girl sweet, I waved the white flag and asked for help.

The saleswoman I approached walked us right over to the serving dish that I was looking for and when I hesitated to give an immediate “Yes! That’s the gift I’m dreaming of giving!” she quickly decided to talk it up. Picking up another piece from the collection, she started her spiel. Apparently they were all bone china and she was very determined to show me how durable that type of dinnerware can be. Not quite sure why she felt the need to sell it so hard, but in her efforts she started banging the gravy boat (or a bowl depending which one of us you ask) against the edge of the shelf. On the third impact, she somehow hit it at an angle so hard it managed to break as it flew out of her hand and hit the next shelf shattering into more pieces and then breaking all over the floor.

That Little Girl and I just stood there in shock until one of us giggled. The saleswoman was very surprised, but handled it pretty well considering the circumstances. That Little Girl comes out with, “Whoa! Just like Cinderella’s Glass Slipper!” Of course, That Little Girl’s next reaction since she was not restrained by a cart was to try and help clean up. I quick grabbed her and explained that was not a good idea.

Once we left the store, we giggled about it for days. Weeks even everytime it came up. Then we went back to the store. This time That Little Girl and I were with my mom and That Baby. My mom was the one shopping and she was in charge of That Baby. I had the cart with That Little Girl. While we were waiting for the registry to print, the same saleswoman asked That Little Girl and I if we needed help. That Little Girl started giggling and looking at me like we had the funniest little inside joke ever. I did notice that the display of the very durable bone china where she was working was a little different! Wonder how many pieces they were losing to her little salespitch?!

On the way home, That Little Girl told my mom the story. We talked about how we hoped she wouldn’t recognize us because it was so strange. That Little Girl comes out with, “Well, mama, you had your wig on when we were there the first time so now that you have short hair it probably made her not recognize you.” Well, then. She is quite the observant one! It was about the time I stopped wearing my wig, but honestly, I already forget I had one and don’t think much of any of it until someone else says something.

So happy to replace some of what must be scary and sad memories That Little Girl has from this past year with some new giggles and inside jokes and stories we can share together that are all our own. Just like “the old days”.