Ever since summer started, our breakfast table has been HQ for the neighborhood kids. It isn’t anymore surprising to have one or two of our neighbors over for breakfast tagging with them special breakfast requests. There are days when I have to cook up another batch of pancakes, hash browns, grilled cheese sandwiches, eggs and hotdogs. If I’m lucky, they ask for cereal. But I’m not complaining. The kids love that they have friends over and so do I.
However, this morning was a bit different. Blame my PMS and the fact that I barely got any sleep because I downed a mug of coffee after dinner because I was sleepy as early as 7pm. So anyway the kids had their BFF’s over for breakfast and they were talking about the birthday party they were attending this weekend. They were talking fashion. One kid was coming in an origami dress, the other was coming as Hannah Montana, Adi was going as a ballerina princess, and Gaby wanted to go as a female Adam Lambert (a girl version is what I mean…hehehe).
They were all trying to outdo each other and getting into a heated conversion and I was hearing ringing in my ears. I was, to say it nicely, getting damned irritated. Their screechy voices all together was beginning to sound like long nails on a blackboard. I had to put a stop to it so I asked if parents were allowed to the party. Affirmative.
So I said, “Hmmmmm…I wonder what I’ll wear? I know!! (with matching Eureka expression) I’m going to wear that green bikini that barely covers my boobs…the one I almost threw away. Finally I can wear it.”
In unison, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Then I said, “Ok, I’ll just wear my blue bikini then. The one with the hole in the middle.”
I finally ate in complete silence.