When I go places with my mom, dad and Max I feel like everyone is looking at me and thinking that I must be the worst mom ever because my parents are clearly the "taker-carers" of Max. I try to combat this by exclaiming loudly over and over, "Can you say my name? AUNT Beth." Yesterday our awkward family went to Anaheim to do some fabric shopping because there was 20% everything in the entire store. We got nap-jipped in the car because somebody only slept for about a half an hour. Max was pretty darn excited to go fabric shopping, if only because on the wall they had a Big Bird, Cookie Monster and Elmo fabric panel which caused him to go into overdrive and scream and squeal until my dad walked him over to the wall. I never knew that Max liked Elmo so much. My mother, of course, said, "He likes that one? I have that one. I have it in regular fabric and flannel. I bought two." Of course she did.
In other news, The Big Guy told me that he can't wait for me to go back to school because he won't see me as much and he'll save a lot of money going out to dinner.
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| This is not mad screaming, this is excited screaming for Elmo. |
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