Playing Along

A few weeks back Mama Tongginator stumbled upon our little slice of the blogosphere and left a sweet comment on my "Love of Lauren" post. She found me and happily I in turn found her fabulous blog.(If you wish to take a peek, check out my blog roll!) All this week she has been recounting classic(hilarious!)old stories about her daughter and encouraged the rest of us to play along today. After reading the sweet & sassy stories about her cutie, I decided to add one of our own and for this I'm gonna have to ask ya all to go wayyyyyyyyy wayyyyyy back a few years as this happened when I was still a Mama to just one dumpling and that "just one" was just about 2 1/2 years old. A fun & precocious age....... :)

To understand this fully, you have to know that our Little Miss has always adored words and probably comes by it honestly as (frankly) I enjoy chatting and sharing words with her! So her latest and greatest had been the word, "vintage" and she was applying it with remarkable comprehension. During an outing she had deftly pointed out a vintage model Mustang (be still my heart!) and had made the cognitive leap to associating it with all things antique as well.

Truly I don't even recall how this particular word came to be used in her budding vocabulary but when she had inquired about its meaning, I had stated that vintage things are old, very special and unique. And yep, if I'm being honest here ( and there's no reason not to be) *grin* I was feeling a bit of motherly pride at her grasp of such a big concept and proper application. Perhaps if I'm being even more transparent I might even admit to feeling a wee bit smug.......which usually means a BIG Mama-hood lesson is fast approaching. Otherwise known as a swift kick in the smugness bu**! LOL

So days passed and our sweet cheeks kept delighting me with her word de jour. And like any good story, or as fate would have it, there came the day we found ourselves standing in our local bank tending to some mundane task. We had been waiting our turn and the teller had just beckoned us forward when I heard(from a very far away place) the door open behind us, followed by muffled footsteps. Thinking nothing of this, I continued with our business at hand oblivious to my child's rapt attention near the front of the bank........remember those footsteps?.....(remember my Mama's pride??)

Yes, those footsteps belonged to a very elderly and lovely lady who had the misfortune to select that day to do her banking; for just as every other noise seemed to instantly fade away, our darling girl grabbed my pant leg and hollered out with incredible 2 year old abandon, " OH LOOK, MAMA, SOMETHING VINTAGE JUST ARRIVED AND IS COMING THIS WAY!" And yes, you could have heard a proverbial pin drop, IF you were able to ignore the muffled gasp of the teller and the ringing bells of calamity (in my head).

There I stood, wishing, hoping, yearning for that hateful floor, shined daily to a high gloss btw, to implode and whisk me away, reluctantly turning to face this poor stranger, all the while aware of my child hopping up and down with great joy and glee cuz afterall she had just applied her special word one more time! And I looked at my girl, her face shiny with excitement and peeked sheepishly at the sweet lady, my cheeks ablaze and began to stumble through an apology.......

And guess what? This was one sharp gal, her hearing was perfect ( and she was 95 if she was a day!) and she bent down and said to the earnest little face by my side, that, "that was the nicest thing anyone had said to her all week." Then she smiled big at us both, winked at the teller and gracefully strode to the next teller. And my little girl glanced up at me and said loudly (cuz 2 years don't really have another volume setting in public), "Mama, why are your cheeks so red?"

Why indeed? :)

Wishing you all a glorious weekend filled with smiles and laughter!