Just wanted to record a couple of random funnies that are indicative of the times…
Baby A’s name does, in fact, begin with the letter A, and Baby B’s name begins with the letter B. My hubby and I would refer to them that way in conversation when they were smaller, until they picked up on the code. Occasionally we might now refer to them as Number 1 and Number 2, but that just feels wrong. More often, when necessary, I will call them Numero Uno and Numero Dos, as Spanish at least feels a little less insulting (and they don’t understand those words).
We were eating dinner with some friends a couple of weeks ago. Baby A asked to go to the potty. As I was walking back with her, Hubby meant to tell me that Baby B also needed to go. He pointed to her and loudly proclaimed, “Mommy…Number 2!!!”
I was rather alarmed, immediately thinking she must have had an accident. But immediately thereafter, I wondered why he would be announcing that to the restaurant.
No, none of that…he simply wanted to convey that, before I sat back down, I should take our second-born to the bathroom.
Thank goodness the lighting was dim, as I’m sure my face was as red as a beet. But even more maddening??? That he saw nothing wrong with his “announcement”!!!
We’ve made a few small trips over the summer, and I’ve often found myself in the bar at the hotel at the end of the day.
Nope, (sadly) I wasn’t enjoying a cold one.
“Two milks, please!”
I have laughed multiple times at walking out, “double-fisting” some 2%.
Yep, a definite sign of the times.