My last words to my 3 are "don't run and don't say anything". I am so nervous that my kids are going to blurt out some family secret that we are going to have to pack up and move as soon as we get home!
This past Sunday was no different. The kids go up there, no running, I was so proud. After handing out their candy, Jeremy asks who their favorite cartoon character is, and my darling, beautiful little girl raises her hand and says "my momma" and then looks back with such pride on her face and points at me. Jeremy laughs and repeats it for any of the hard of hearing adults in the crowd. Just imagine me!
The kids come back to their seats, and Daniel says"Anna said you were a cartoon character!" As if I didn't know and as if the people sitting around me hadn't heard it the first or second time. UGH!!
Fast forward to Sunday night. I had taken down a flyer about an open house at the pregnancy crisis center and put it in my purse. During church, Anna took it out and looked at it. It had 3 pictures on it and one of them was of a blonde lady with a baby. Anna says"thats my mother!"
Aside- Anna talks about her "mother" a lot. This person is not me, when you ask her where her "mother" lives she says "straight then left by the dentist in Pine Bluff." I don't know!
She takes this piece of paper and after church shows people this picture of her "mother". Both at church and at the mexican restaurant after church. She was so proud, she couldn't wait to show her daddy. Me either!!
My only hope that day was that during the childrens time that morning Anna said "my mother" and not "my momma". But we all know the truth, I am living in a cartoon world. And I don't even like cartoons!