Questions...

Today I took the kids to the shops (yes... now I remember why I don't take them to the shops), and the kids were asking so many questions...

"Can I have this jacket? What is this? If he is getting a jacket, then can I have a new shirt? What does this do? How does that work? Why is that lady going before us? We were here first."

I actually felt like at any moment a huge banner was going to burst from the ceiling, music would blast, a brass band would start marching through the store and a lady in a tight dress, with curled hair and red lipstick would shout "Congratulations Maam! You are the winner. Your child has just asked the 1 millionth question in this store today!!! How do you feel?"

"Oh! um... well... I know they ask lots of questions, but really, I did nothing... I just grunted at them a few times... really.... Oh... where is the camera? Hi... yes, aren't they just the most adorable little boys? Uh huh... I love it when they ask questions... it just shows me they have an inquiring mind. I mean, if they were vegetables and didn't ask any questions, I know I would be sad. Here, here... this is my best side..."

But then, I pay, I gather the belongings and we fight out the door as they scramble for their jackets, and in my head I hear a little "Bah Bumb!". I didn't win a thing... it was all in my imagination. I wasn't on the news... I wasn't in the paper. I haven't done anything remarkable today at all...

Oh, except give a 9 year old and a 7 year old a huge hug and told them I loved them more than anything else in the whole wide world. That's enough!