is it just my kids, or every little boys do it? in restaurants, while waiting for the food to arrive, they usually play a little game and sneak under the table. it is there where they see paradise.

look, chewed gums of different colors! look, so hard and sticky!  look, yummy! look, it feels just right in my mouth! look mommy! i found candy under the table! yum!

please. in the name of all imperfect mothers like me who are not quick and efficient enough to catch the chewed gum from boys’ tiny little hands before it enters their tiny little mouths…please, don’t stick your chewed gums under the table!

for the record, my kids want you to keep doing it. looking for these so called treasures is half the fun for them than actually eating something that didn’t come from mommy’s kitchen. but please.

please?

i know. sometimes, i just ask too much.

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just wondering. when we are in church, and the kids all of a sudden cried or produced a sound loud enough for the people on the third pew to hear…what does it mean when you look at the kids, then, look at the parents, then look at the kids, look at the parents, then, look at the kids, look at the parents……?

i mean, i get the first look. you might be wondering where the sound came from. finding out that it came from normal looking kids, i get the first look intended for us…meaning, get your loud mouthed kids to shut up. but when the kids are all quiet and everything is peaceful, and you hear or see the whispered apologies, but you still keep on with those looks, what does it mean?

what does it mean? i hope it doesn’t mean that you are telling us we are the planet’s crappiest, most terrible, most horrible parents, because the way you raise both your eyebrows and enlarge your nostrils while you contort your lips to this undescribable projections, it does FEEL like that.

and not that i am aiming for the best mother of the year award here, but i am really trying to do the best that i can. so please, tell me you just feel like looking at us over and over because you just like looking at us.

i know. sometimes, church makes me so paranoid, it’s not even funny.

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one of my coworkers went on a three week tour in europe. i don’t know exactly how much money she has in the bank, but i know for sure that i definitely do not have as much or even one percent of what she has.

anyway, they passed by switzerland. and she bought a souvenir. a watch. an 8,230.00 US dollars omega watch. am i the only one who actually had to ask a number of times if i heard her perfectly clear when i heard the price of this watch?

anyway, she was on her way home, and didn’t really feel like wearing the watch on the plane.  she placed it in her hand carry bag. she went to the restroom, left the bag in her seat. she came back from the restroom, the watch is gone! just like that!

anyway, i am still not over the fact that she bought a watch as expensive as this because i do not have that amount of money to spare, but i am wildly amused at this incident. there are just so many fascinating little questions, i won’t even bore you what they are.

anyway, just like every fairy tale story, this one has a happy ending. she has a “purchae protection plan” on her credit card. and yes, you guessed it. they will refund the whole amount! all she had to do was to fill up a form that said her claim that the watch got lost on the plane was not a fraud. in two weeks, the paperworks will be done, and it will be like nothing happened.

anyway, i am still not over the fact that she bought a watch as expensive as this, but i guess you know that already. it’s just that i didn’t have a clue that there is such a thing as a very trusting credit card company. i mean, you can just tell them something that costs that much got lost, and they will just believe you? not that i don’t believe my coworker, because i know her enough and i know she is telling the truth, and she has witnesses that i know but…

anyway, i guess if you trust everyone enough to leave a watch like that in your bag while you go to the restroom, you deserve to be treated kindly by a credit card company, with the same level of trust. on some level this has made me realize that the world is still a really a good place to live in, but in some bizarre way, i also feel like this whole thing is just so unbelievable.

anyway, she said she might go back to switzerland next year. and buy the same watch.

what?

i know. sometimes, i get so random, it gets embarassing.