Last night I was feeling pretty feisty. It was a Friday night after all and the only thing on my agenda was to drive Mak to a school skating party. So before we left for the skating party, I decided to mess with her. Seriously mess with her.
I found a headband that 7 year old Livy wears and I put it on. Mak was mortified. ”Mom! please take that off of your head!”
“What are you talking about, Mak?” I retorted, laughing hysterically in my head.
“Please, please, please mom…..take it off!!!” she begged.
Oh what joy it was laughing inside at her tortured soul. She texted her uncle for help and pleaded in the sweetest possible way on the 10 minute journey. We sat in the parking lot and I told her I was going to come in and say hi to all of her friends, with my delightful little pink headband.
Instead, I took the headband off, she got out of the car and I beeped the horn as loud as I could and waved wildly trying my hardest to look like a raving lunatic.
She laughed as she walked into school. And I left thankful that she has a sense of humor and wondering just how far I could push these kinds of antics. And then I got a text from my brother, in response to Mak’s plea for help, and in it he assured me that he’d help her find a way to get me back.
Friends, the tables have turned. She now has an ally and I’d better watch my back.