Mama?

Today, I made a decision that classified me as certifiably insane...in case I hadn't already been classified as such.

I took my two youngest children, one of whom has a very strong and verbal aversion to shopping (I'm not mentioning any names...*cough*tinygirl), to our local outlet mall...an outdoor outlet mall.

And it was raining.

Not a nice, gentle, pretty fall rain...no this was an all day windy, blustery, soaker of a day.

And did I mention we were outside?

Well, the highlight of my day, was actually the drive there ('cuz once we got there, it all went downhill...). My Little A. is a talker...and I am a zoner outer. So, the beginning of our trip went something like this:

"Mama? (Insert Charlie Brown's teacher's voice here) Wah, wah, wah-wah, wah..."

Me..."Hmmm, mmm."

Little A. "Hey, Mama? Wah-wah, wah, wah, wah!"

Me..."Oh yeah?"

Then, I decided to stop thinking about shoes, jeans, what to make for supper, what we need from the grocery store, what to get for Christmas, etc. etc., and I actually listened to what my little guy was saying...it was kind of hilarious!

"Mama? Where does it go if it goes down the wrong pipe?"

"Mama? Why's it raining?"

"Mama? Is that a beer semi?"

"Mama? If you take the square root of pi and multiply it by the speed of light, what do you get?"

"Mama? Are the dogs crying in heaven?"

Really...I think he just wanted to hear himself talk...in fact, if the kid could blog, he'd probably be on cloud nine!

Oh, and, um...I was kidding about that pi one...you know, in case you were wondering!

Later, dudes!