Because the voices who crowd my head wear chancletas and believe "peen-aroma'' (Pinesol) is an aphrodisiac, watching this puddle jumping scene unfold last Friday nearly gave me a patatu.
"Pinworms! New tennis shoes! Pin-WORMS!'' is all I could say to my friends, the joyful mothers of these two other joyful and glorious girls.
They laughed at my distress and encouraged me to walk toward the light and lightness of Being Boonie. (I'm so lucky to have them) And, despite a muttered expletive or two by me, off the girls went, fully into the drink -- the most giant mud puddle I've ever seen. One of the moms had her camera, so the event was beautifully captured.
See the glee?
Of course, my child was the ring leader. Her clean freak Cuban great-grandmother rolled in the grave a few times, I am sure.
The lesson for Mami: OxiClean gets it all out, but the memory lasts forever.
(No sign of pinworms yet)
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2 comments:
Carrie-
How fun!
I'm happy I got to share your patatu moment (and your colorful expletives)on the phone at that moment - LOL.
Que bellas!!
That's great, sometimes we just have to let them play in the mud a while.
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