Oops, sorry kid
You know that scene in "Legally Blonde" where Elle Woods shows up to a party in the bunny costume and nobody else is dressed up?
Um, yeah. Well, Ian kinda had that moment today at his Gymboree play class.
No, not in a bunny costume. What kind of a mom do you think I am?
In my defense, the teacher told us last Friday that this weekend the kids should wear their costumes to class. She even asked us what type of candy we wanted. And in prior years when we went with Lillian, other kids wore their costumes to class around Halloween. So it didn't seem unusual that Ian would wear his costume the day after Halloween.
When Ian woke up late from his nap, I grabbed him out of the crib, threw him in the car still in his pajamas and raced to Gymboree. When we arrived, I glanced in the window and thought I saw another kid in a costume. So I quickly changed him into his lion outfit in the lobby. The receptionist commented on how cute he looked and I dashed inside and sat him on the floor while I hung up my purse. Then I turned around and realized that NONE of the other kids were wearing costumes. Gulp.
Fortunately I brought a change of clothes and in a flash he was one of the gang again. But not after everyone had a good long look at his expense. Sorry kid, I have a feeling this is just the first of many embarrassing moments your mommy will cause in your lifetime.
3 comments:
If you want to feel better, I will tell you about the time I sent Buttercup to the wrong church activity. We have different congregations, based on geography, meeting in the building (same denomination). Everyone puts up signs for their ward activities. There was one for a month talking about a kid's activity. I told TD to take Buttercup there and I would get her, I can't remember why I wasn't there. Anyway, when I got there I realized it was the other ward and not us and TD didn't realize it and just take her home. She never figured it out either, but I was so horrified and embarrassed all of the way home!
That's what makes kid's stong! :-) You gotta have a mom that embarasses you once in awhile! :-)
As a mom too, who's youngest is 21... My philosophy has been that your children will complain about Mom in therapy anyway, you might as well give them some good stories. For whatever reason, they don't remember the things we stress the most over!
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