To Remember

I took A with me to Pilates a few weeks back. When I got in the car I sighed, “She really kicked my booty.”

A few days later we were in the car. Just chatting about things the way you do.

“Hey Mom. Remember when we went to that girl’s house and she kicked you?” He asked.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

“When we were at Ms. Sadie’s? Did one of her daughters kick me?”

“NO, Mom. That girl’s house.”

“When we are the cabin?”

“NO!! That girl. She kicked you.”

This went on for about five minutes. I couldn’t figure out what girl had kicked me. He was getting so annoyed with me.

“You know, Mom, that girl. Where she had the lifty thing and the back and forth thing, and that other thing.”

The lightbulb went off.

“You mean Sheri’s?”

“YES! She kicked you in the booty.” Pause. “Was it because you like to shake it?”

I love that kid.

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