The Best Laid Plans...
"Where are we now, Mama?" came the question from the four-year-old in the back seat. It was 8 PM, and we were nearly home from a three-year-old cousin's birthday party in Green Bay.
"We're in the Town of Menasha. Actually, I guess it's the City of Menasha," I responded. Why on earth did I say that?
"If it's a city, why can't I see any skyscrapers?" he asked.
I reiterate: Why did I say that? "Menasha's a small city, and small cities don't have them," I told him without hesitation. I was tired and didn't really want to make conversation.
Following more chatter in the back seat from the two children who I had expected would conk out about five minutes into our 50-minute drive, I said, exasperated, "You kids are supposed to be asleep! That was the plan!"
"Well, that wasn't OUR plan," responded my quick-witted little boy. Touche.
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In other news, the penny has resurfaced. The moral of that story: All's well that comes out the other end well.
"We're in the Town of Menasha. Actually, I guess it's the City of Menasha," I responded. Why on earth did I say that?
"If it's a city, why can't I see any skyscrapers?" he asked.
I reiterate: Why did I say that? "Menasha's a small city, and small cities don't have them," I told him without hesitation. I was tired and didn't really want to make conversation.
Following more chatter in the back seat from the two children who I had expected would conk out about five minutes into our 50-minute drive, I said, exasperated, "You kids are supposed to be asleep! That was the plan!"
"Well, that wasn't OUR plan," responded my quick-witted little boy. Touche.
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In other news, the penny has resurfaced. The moral of that story: All's well that comes out the other end well.
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 8:05 PM
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