Friday, February 5, 2010

Do I Look Like Daddy To You???

Robert and Isaiah share a tiny little ritual. On hot summer days they will walk across a busy, four lane road to buy themselves a small treat. Robert will usually want ice to go with a drink and Isaiah will come running home with a "bug juice" and a package of Peanut M&M's to share. I, for one, do not really care for peanut M&M's, and I hate walking to that little store. I do not partake in their father/son ritual.

It rained yesterday and the wind was abnormally strong. It has been a crazy week. Isaiah's been sick. Josiah thinks he can change his sleeping habits. Robert is recovering from pneumonia. My body is doing something strange--it wakes me up in the night until, according to my husband, I flop around like a fish out of water. Hmm. Sexy.

I forgot one item in our weekly grocery adventure--tomato paste. So, I set out to get it after work yesterday. Isaiah, Josiah, and I walked into Safeway, head strait to our desired merchandise, and stand in the express line that is lined with chocolate candies and magazines. Oh impulse shopping.

I've cut back on our impulse shopping considerably. I enjoy a good smut magazine. I love me some Dove Milk Chocolate. And, oh the Odwalla Juice. Delish. We usually start the mini-spree because Robert wants a beer. He is the impulse instigator. (Everyone point and gasp.)

I'm standing in line and Isaiah spots the yellow package from behind me. I'm reading a Portland Magazine that is featuring schools. (I didn't buy it. See. Progress.) Isaiah says, "Mama, Daddy buys me these." He holds up the M&M's and shakes it in my face. I say, "Do I look like daddy to you?" He shakes his head no. "But Mama, Daddy buys these." My turn to shake my head. "I am not Daddy. I am a mommy. What do mommy's buy?" He sighs. "Mama buys oranges and tomato paste." And everyone in line laughs, including Josiah. Isaiah puts down the package and smiles. We check out and I say, "Marcus, push Lucas." And, he laughs. (Get it? Isaiah and Josiah. Marcus and Lucas. haha.)

I load the boys in the truck. I buckle them up. I check my cell phone. I wonder where my sister is. I think about the boys and their laughter in the line. I chuckle to myself. I need more moments like these. They replenish me. They remind me why I set out to have two. We go home. We make dinner. I ask for the tomato paste. Isaiah says, "I think you forgot it cause I can't find it." Hmm.

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