Mrs. The King
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My children are so very different. PC is such a charming gentleman. Today, I accompanied his class grade to a field trip. Being that I am a substitute teacher, I come in handy. One of the students needed to go home because she was sick. So I took over for the teacher for a little while. As I was directing the kids to the picnic tables for lunch, PC grabs my lunch and his, saying Got your lunch Mom. I watch as he chooses a seat at a table with his friends and sets my lunch bag next to his. Saving my spot. My heart ached with the beauty of it. Sitting there with his back to me, a simple brown bag that the other children respected as space taken.
I was gathering the stragglers, handling lunch debacles , a bloody nose, and a discipline situation. And every time I glance his way, there was my spot, waiting. He would never know that my heart was already there, sitting right next to him. Finally, he gives up and races over to me with the brown bag. Heres your lunch Mom.
How thoughtful can a little boy be? This field trip had two classes and only two chaperones (me and a dad) both from the same class. When we got where we were going, I knew I would step up and go with the chaperone-less class. He did not complain once, that his mom did not come with him.
But that lunch bag let me know I was missed.
I told his earnest, sky blue eyes No, Please put my bag next to yours. I am eating with to you. I am rewarded with his limitless smile.
And I did. The teacher came back, I marched over and planted the Jiggler right next to him.
Did you ever get lost in the beauty of your childs face? To see a thought play across his face, the connection and peace they have when they find your face, so they can share what was on their mind?
I could watch this child for hours, if life would let me. I think its the cheeks. So plumpy and kissable. The scent of those cheeks is exactly what a scented candle made in heaven would smell like.
After lunch we parted ways.
I tucked him in earlier tonight. He had so much homework and soccer practice, I had not had time to squeeze him into a hug. That lonely brown bag deserved a big hug. So he got it. And a quiet Thank you from a mother who can not believe her luck.
Wasnt that touching? Really, I cried while I wrote it.
But I have two children remember?
She dances everywhere. She skips more than she ever walks. Her little hands turned up like wings, in the most daintiest of motions. Think 1940s movie star.
And another thing. I breast fed both these kids until they were two. PS has liked to feel my skin ever since she has been weaned. Well, she was more banned after she bit me like I was a banana. Its a weird habit, but like the dancing, we are used to it.
She likes to stick her little hand in my armpit, and then sniff her fingers. Like the evil spawn of Mary Catherine Gallagher.
Then she announces its current condition with her highly refined stink-o-meter.
Stinky (which is in her world is perfect)
Too Stinky (shower time)
or
Too Clean (after the shower)
I am so used to the motion, I never even notice it.
Oh.
And she calls my armpits her Stinky little minkies
I cant tell you how often, sitting in the front seat of a shopping cart, she has pulled this move. To the surprise of those around me. And the shame of my red face when she does the announcing part. Now she walks next to the cart.
Tonight, we find out she has gotten her first detention. In first grade. Remember, we are used to PC who has never met a rule he did not follow.
She is twirling, dancing in front of Daddy who is trying to get her to focus on her homework.
She stops mid twirl, reaches over to pinch his cheek , and tells him I have to stand on the line tomorrow at recess.
I stop cleaning the kitchen to listen.
(You cant ever surprise Daddy, because of his line of work)
Daddy~Why do you have to stand on the line?
She bounces back to the twirling, switches to jumping,
Her~ We were making to much noise She walks over to our ridiculous Cocker Spaniel.
She pushes the hairy monster into a large box that is serving as a playhouse in our living room. Green Eyes peek out of one of the hand holds. Cocker Spaniel nose peeks out the other hand holds.
Our other dog was not left out.
She bounces back out and continues her story.
We could put our heads down or stand on the line, I chose the line.
She is out again twirling again.
No crying. No regret. No remorse.
I catch Mr. The Kings eye. We both shake our heads in amazement. PC had a teacher that sent home a warning with him once. It took forever to console him. After which we discovered it was sent home by accident. He had not actually done anything wrong.
These kids are so very different.
So where were the Kings? In Disney still. We woke up hungry. We were meeting Grandpa at Chef Mickeys. We slept late. We slept long. But out ADRs were for 10:45am. So the timing was perfect. I was able to stuff PS in her homemade Chip n Dale outfit. I knew she would be a hit there. Chip and Dale are so fun, and wait until they see PS likes them better than The Big Cheese! Or his Girlfriend.
I picture them dragging her around the restaurant. Dancing and playing. It is going to be Hot Stuff!!
We get to the Contemporary. There are renovations going on for our future pleasure. We take the picture in front of the Giant Plate. We walk around and sit in the butt coral. I take video of Grandpa taking video. Glad we are both so original. I wonder, out loud where Goofy is? He is usually out front dorking around. PS even had her accusing finger warmed up. No luck.
We were soon seated at our table. Due to the sitting, we had a few minutes before any characters arrive. I am sure the other adults put things together before I did. I think that makes me mad. When they are all in on it. I can see it in there eyes, the knowing. Watching me like a lit piece of dynamite.
I straighten PSs outfit. Make sure her ring is pointing out.
I crane my neck around to see the stars. Ohh look!! A few tables away, Mickey!
And Minnie! I see Minnie!, Right next to her is Goofy! Hey Goofy! Congrats on being promoted to table walker!
Isnt that nice, they let Goofy loose. I comment like a proud Grandma to my strangely still family.
But I am still happy go dumpy about the whole thing.
Then, barley visible, I see the freaking Duck.
Donald. Duck.
I go ahead and stand up.
Where are Chip and Dale?
They have been fired from Chef Mickeys.
I sit down with a thud.
So the custom outfit is incorrect. For the character greeting.
Lets not mention the DONALD DUCK custom outfit I have hanging neatly back in Pop Century. Or how hard DONALD can be to find.
I look back at my family. They know I know. They can tell the Jiggler is clenched in frustration because I am suddenly 8 inches taller.
Of all the stinking luck.
Up Next: The Funniest Chef Mickey cast we have ever had.
Please check back soon, Mr. The King will be adding pictures. I am toot tired now. I will check spelling after my eyelids are done with all the closing
Chapter 17 Goofy Packs a Punch
I was gathering the stragglers, handling lunch debacles , a bloody nose, and a discipline situation. And every time I glance his way, there was my spot, waiting. He would never know that my heart was already there, sitting right next to him. Finally, he gives up and races over to me with the brown bag. Heres your lunch Mom.
How thoughtful can a little boy be? This field trip had two classes and only two chaperones (me and a dad) both from the same class. When we got where we were going, I knew I would step up and go with the chaperone-less class. He did not complain once, that his mom did not come with him.
But that lunch bag let me know I was missed.
I told his earnest, sky blue eyes No, Please put my bag next to yours. I am eating with to you. I am rewarded with his limitless smile.
And I did. The teacher came back, I marched over and planted the Jiggler right next to him.
Did you ever get lost in the beauty of your childs face? To see a thought play across his face, the connection and peace they have when they find your face, so they can share what was on their mind?
I could watch this child for hours, if life would let me. I think its the cheeks. So plumpy and kissable. The scent of those cheeks is exactly what a scented candle made in heaven would smell like.
After lunch we parted ways.
I tucked him in earlier tonight. He had so much homework and soccer practice, I had not had time to squeeze him into a hug. That lonely brown bag deserved a big hug. So he got it. And a quiet Thank you from a mother who can not believe her luck.
Wasnt that touching? Really, I cried while I wrote it.
But I have two children remember?
She dances everywhere. She skips more than she ever walks. Her little hands turned up like wings, in the most daintiest of motions. Think 1940s movie star.
And another thing. I breast fed both these kids until they were two. PS has liked to feel my skin ever since she has been weaned. Well, she was more banned after she bit me like I was a banana. Its a weird habit, but like the dancing, we are used to it.
She likes to stick her little hand in my armpit, and then sniff her fingers. Like the evil spawn of Mary Catherine Gallagher.
Then she announces its current condition with her highly refined stink-o-meter.
Stinky (which is in her world is perfect)
Too Stinky (shower time)
or
Too Clean (after the shower)
I am so used to the motion, I never even notice it.
Oh.
And she calls my armpits her Stinky little minkies
I cant tell you how often, sitting in the front seat of a shopping cart, she has pulled this move. To the surprise of those around me. And the shame of my red face when she does the announcing part. Now she walks next to the cart.
Tonight, we find out she has gotten her first detention. In first grade. Remember, we are used to PC who has never met a rule he did not follow.
She is twirling, dancing in front of Daddy who is trying to get her to focus on her homework.
She stops mid twirl, reaches over to pinch his cheek , and tells him I have to stand on the line tomorrow at recess.
I stop cleaning the kitchen to listen.
(You cant ever surprise Daddy, because of his line of work)
Daddy~Why do you have to stand on the line?
She bounces back to the twirling, switches to jumping,
Her~ We were making to much noise She walks over to our ridiculous Cocker Spaniel.
She pushes the hairy monster into a large box that is serving as a playhouse in our living room. Green Eyes peek out of one of the hand holds. Cocker Spaniel nose peeks out the other hand holds.
Our other dog was not left out.
She bounces back out and continues her story.
We could put our heads down or stand on the line, I chose the line.
She is out again twirling again.
No crying. No regret. No remorse.
I catch Mr. The Kings eye. We both shake our heads in amazement. PC had a teacher that sent home a warning with him once. It took forever to console him. After which we discovered it was sent home by accident. He had not actually done anything wrong.
These kids are so very different.
So where were the Kings? In Disney still. We woke up hungry. We were meeting Grandpa at Chef Mickeys. We slept late. We slept long. But out ADRs were for 10:45am. So the timing was perfect. I was able to stuff PS in her homemade Chip n Dale outfit. I knew she would be a hit there. Chip and Dale are so fun, and wait until they see PS likes them better than The Big Cheese! Or his Girlfriend.
I picture them dragging her around the restaurant. Dancing and playing. It is going to be Hot Stuff!!
We get to the Contemporary. There are renovations going on for our future pleasure. We take the picture in front of the Giant Plate. We walk around and sit in the butt coral. I take video of Grandpa taking video. Glad we are both so original. I wonder, out loud where Goofy is? He is usually out front dorking around. PS even had her accusing finger warmed up. No luck.
We were soon seated at our table. Due to the sitting, we had a few minutes before any characters arrive. I am sure the other adults put things together before I did. I think that makes me mad. When they are all in on it. I can see it in there eyes, the knowing. Watching me like a lit piece of dynamite.
I straighten PSs outfit. Make sure her ring is pointing out.
I crane my neck around to see the stars. Ohh look!! A few tables away, Mickey!
And Minnie! I see Minnie!, Right next to her is Goofy! Hey Goofy! Congrats on being promoted to table walker!
Isnt that nice, they let Goofy loose. I comment like a proud Grandma to my strangely still family.
But I am still happy go dumpy about the whole thing.
Then, barley visible, I see the freaking Duck.
Donald. Duck.
I go ahead and stand up.
Where are Chip and Dale?
They have been fired from Chef Mickeys.
I sit down with a thud.
So the custom outfit is incorrect. For the character greeting.
Lets not mention the DONALD DUCK custom outfit I have hanging neatly back in Pop Century. Or how hard DONALD can be to find.
I look back at my family. They know I know. They can tell the Jiggler is clenched in frustration because I am suddenly 8 inches taller.
Of all the stinking luck.
Up Next: The Funniest Chef Mickey cast we have ever had.
Please check back soon, Mr. The King will be adding pictures. I am toot tired now. I will check spelling after my eyelids are done with all the closing
Chapter 17 Goofy Packs a Punch
Got me all choked up.
(OK not a chipmunk, but the closest thing I could find)
You are going to have your hands full with Ms. PS
