It was a rushed evening. Leave work, pick up my niece from her friend's house, pick up the kids from daycare, head home for a quick snack and change of clothes, and then off to Benji's tee-ball game! In case you were wondering, we won...because we have 10 kids, and the other team has 9....and there are no outs...and everyone bats...AND that's another story for another day! (But we won.) Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, being rushed. My lack of patience and the dent in the middle of my forehead from a constant scowl (runs in the family--thanks Dad). Days like this are hectic, and rather than being late, as I often was growing up (again, thanks Dad), I'm determined to be way too early to everything...so rush, rush, rush...then relax and enjoy. We arrived to Ben's ball game with far too much time on our hands, so rather than relax...it was time to entertain Ben and Presley until the other coach arrived. Oh, have I mentioned that I'm an assistant tee-ball coach? Adding this to my resume! Play catch, take 14 trips to the portapotty that I swear has not been cleaned since last summer, and wait. Waiting is always fun with kids!
The game starts, it's fun, Ben rocks it--did you know it's imperitive to do a head first dive into first, second, third, and home base? He must learn that from his dad! All two innings lasted over an hour...and then finally, relax time. Bedtime went out the window tonight, we were going to the only restaurant in town because I didn't feel like cooking tonight. And of course, summer break has begun, who needs a bedtime anyway? So, to the Office Bar we went, it was Burger night! Don't judge me for taking my kids to the bar, it's the only restaurant in my town! More waiting, but this waiting was okay. Finally a free minute to talk to the kids. So we talked about daycare activites, about the ball game, summer plans, and before Presley asked me for another baby in the family as she does every day, I asked her!
Me: "Presley, how many babies are you going to have when you grow up?"
Presley: "Sixty one."
Me: "Oh, wow, that would be a lot of diapers to change every day. Are you sure you want that many babies?"
Presley: "I'm going to have sixty one babies."
Me: "Do you know who the daddy of the 61 babies will be?"
Presley: "Pun!"
Pun is her grandpa. She spends quite a bit of time with him and obviously thinks he is pretty great! I'm sure he would make a lovely father, although he wasn't too keen on the idea when I told him all about his only grandaughter's future plans for him! After quite a hectic evening, we were finally able to relax and enjoy...and laugh with Presley. She's only three years old, but she certainly believes she has life figured out, and her ideas are always more than entertaining. I'm sure she's not going to grow up and marry her grandfather and have 61 babies, but I hope she's able to find someone that interests her as much as he does....and of course he will need to have a Harley, just like Pun!
