Before stopping by the Big Top, Holly send me a text that says, “Prepare to judge Hazel.”
Then again, she did judge me…rather unfairly. And into the Big Top she comes wearing a bright pink track suit. Like something Sue Sylvester might wear…if she were a three year old little girl. She probably did wear something just like that.
Hazel looks up at me and asks, “Are you going to judge me, Mi-ma?“
Now how am I supposed to judge this?
She really doesn’t play fair, you know.
The moment where I try try to explain to Hazel if she keeps making that face…
…yeah, that side-glancing dirty look face…that face!
I try to tell her that if she keeps making faces like that with dirty looks directed at her Mi-ma it will freeze that way.
She doesn’t believe me.
Fallon has the ability to woo pretty much anyone to pick her up, snuggle her and offer her a bottle of her favorite beverage…okay, her only beverage…all with her bedroom eyes.This weekend she worked her magic on her mommy’s best friend for always and forever, Amber. She might be young, single and perhaps traumatized for life to never, ever have babies ever thanks to being by Holly’s side when Hazel was born, but she could not resist Fallon’s powerful, flirtatious stare.
Be careful or you too shall fall under her spell.
Hazel: Mi-ma, I’m hungry. I want lunch.
Mi-ma: You want lunch…what?
Hazel: I want lunch please.
Mi-ma: Okay, what would you like?
Hazel: I want a bologna and cheese sandwich with mayonnaise and NO mustard.
Mi-ma: A bologna and cheese sandwich with mayonnaise and NO mustard…what?
Hazel: I want a bologna and cheese with mayonnaise and NO mustard please!
Mi-ma: Okay then.
Mi-ma: Here you go Hazey-Face.
Hazel: Wow! This is the best lunch EVER!
Mi-ma: Of course it is. It’s because I made it with love.
It’s all in the presentation. Oh, and the fact I do make the best bologna and cheese with mayonnaise toasted, heart-shaped sandwiches ever!
This week’s Focus 52 prompt is Love or Red. Be sure to stop by over there for lots of love and red.
I really don’t have much of anything that is nice to say at all. Honestly, it seems like events from the last few days taking place here under the Big Top resemble the lyrics from some bad country song. I really don’t care much for those kind of songs. Not at all.
And I can’t really write about any of it without sounding like a whiny, bitchy, old lady. I know…
I think I’ll just try to get my zen on with Hazel and do a little yoga.