Date Night

"Mommy?" a little voice calls. "Mommy, do you want to go on a date with me to Barnes and Noble?" He climbs into my lap and kisses my cheek trying to butter me up to the idea.
"Gavin what is a date?" I ask.
"Mommy a date is when you go somewhere to play at night." His eyes saying "duh" stare back at me.
"Why don't we go tomorrow afternoon?" I really don't wanna go out in the wet and Sunday's are the worst day to go to B&N due to everyone off work and out and about.
"It is not a date if we go when the sun is out!" His little arms cross his chest making it clear that I have disgraced his request for a date.
I gently remind him we just put bread in the machine and that need to be home when it is done so we can take it out and get it taken care of. So he is now excited for his bread and has agreed that tonight would not be a good night for a date but yes we will go on a date this week.
Oh how much I love my son and am amazed by him everyday.

Mean Mommy

At 6pm every evening is the cut off for Gavin to have anymore liquid. He hates this. It is amazing to me how thirsty this boy can become after 6pm. He often resorts to begging and crying for something to drink. But alas, mommy is rock solid on this. No more 3am changing of the bed. No more stinky pj's and bedding. So 6pm NO MORE LIQUID of any kind.
On this wonderful Sunday evening my son is stomping off, anger flaring in his eyes, fists clinched and arms folded over his puffed out chest, he matter-a-factly states. "Mamama is nicer than you mommy."

Hooker

Gavin and I on Sunday were traveling to the Goodwill store to look for a curtain and then to Papa's and Mamama's so mommy could see if they had the stuff she needed to finish her project. Within blocks from our first destination we were involved in a rear-end collision. I stopped when our turn arrow was ending its yellow duration and the drive straight green light came on for on-coming traffic. (you with me?) anyway I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a car coming at me faster and did not stop. So I braced with  thoughts running threw my mind.

1. We are going to be hit and Gavin is in the car! Someone might hurt my baby. He is safe and buckled properly in his seat. 
2. If I get hit from behind I need the car to stay straight so I am not pushed into on-coming traffic and cause a worse accident.
3. Do I have anything in the trunk?
4. Ugg why did I leave the house today?

So I held my steering wheel so it's direction was straight. I held my foot on the brake as hard as I could. 

This all happened in seconds. Then impact. 

The car was drive-able and so I pulled into the parking lot across the street when it was the turning lane's turn to go. I called my parents (because that's who I call first always, texted my hubby who was not going to be avaible due to him holeing up to finish a project for school, and then I called 911 to get hold of the state troopers. Then waited. She was a nice girl and all. But she kept on wanting to leave. Long story short parents got there 5 min after I made the call, Daddy to save the day!!!, the officer was there in about 45 min, took our info and statements. The other girl accepted all blame (of-course). And my mom jumped in the car with me to finish my intended destination. 

While shopping in the kids section for clothing for my ever growing child all he was talking about was this accident. There was another mother in the section he was telling his story too. "And then there was the crash, and the car jerked and then the police came and looked at our broken car....." I was kinda tuned out for most of the conversation until I heard this, "MOMMY WE NEED A HOOKER!!" (why is it that when a child says something like that their volume is turned up all the way?) The other mother was trying not to laugh. I was trying not to crawl under the clothing racks. I took a breath and asked, "why do we need a hooker?" in the softest voice I could. "Because I don't want a tow-truck to take our car to the garage. I want a truck with a hook to take our car to our house so I can fix it." 

I then explained that a tow-truck will take our car wherever we pay them to.

Thank God for keeping us safe, and thank God for a child who keeps his mommy laughing when her tension is sky high.