DH and I (well, mostly DH) have dealt with our fair share of business disappointments and the ensuing legal woes these past couple years. Finding joy in my family and friends has helped me stay positive (at least for the most part) through all of this. In fact it is the reason I started this blog.
I never expected to find humor in the legal woes themselves. But if anyone can surprise me, it is DH.
One evening DH was on his cell phone when he walked in the front door from work. With a slightly louder and more high pitched tone than is normal, I immediately knew the nature of the call was not social.
"My opinion!?" he harshly asked the person on the other end of the phone.
"My opinion," he continued, in a slightly softer more satisfactory tone, "is whatever my attorney says it is."
While driving in the car, D3, buckled in her lounge recliner/car seat, suddenly shouted, "Mom!"
It is a little odd to me that someone so young calls me by that name. Even D2 and D1 still call my "Momma" and "Mommy". I am fairly certain that "Mom" is something your children call you when they become arrogant teenagers. Not when they turn two and start to talk.
Since I was driving and focused intently on the snowy winter roads, I ignored the salutation.
"Mom!" she shouted again - very distinctly. I continued to drive.
"Mom! she burst with even more gusto.
"What, Sweetie?" I finally replied.
"Here! Hold this for me," she demanded.
Musing to myself at her unusually mature speech, I briefly glanced over my shoulder to see what she needed to me hold. However, I declined taking the little "gem" she had pulled from inside her nose that was perched at the tip of her finger.
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