China and a Small Car

God gave me sons.

Lots of sons and poor long-term memory. I should have invested in journals, lots of them….



Along with these sons and poor memory… God gave me the uncanny ability to never turn red, I can count on one hand the number of times since I started motherhood where I’ve been legitimately embarrassed. Alas, most of the embarrassments were of my own doing, you know the open mouth insert foot….yeah that’s usually me.  I can’t blame the man-crew….

Except for that one time…… I had some china I wanted to sell on one of those Facebook Yard sale groups.  You know–cash only, no holds, non-smoking, no-pets,  blah, blah, blah…. $25 and it’s yours!

Someone bought the china and she and I set up the time for her to pick them up, when she came to our house take the dishes, my middle son–then about 5, was watching this interaction take place.  I was helping the woman, who was at that time, probably the largest person my son had ever seen, load the dishes into her car. While I was helping her, my son kept watching and pondering and thinking and wondering about something–I could see it on his face.  I started to worry a bit, his thoughts are like mine, they spill out at the most inopportune times.

Finally as we wrapped up our transaction.  My son looked at me, and then looked at the woman and her car.  And said to her, in his most innocently sweet voice, “Are you SURE you’re going to fit into that car?”  All I could do was thank her for relieving me of 50-pounds of China, scoop up my son, and slam my door.


I  guess I do get embarrassed, but mostly I just laugh, because really,  What else am I going to do?  Drink gin?  Yes, maybe I’ll drink gin…

Until The next time.





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