Ever have those days??? Maybe it was because I taught Wacky Crafts and Missions for a whole week at VBS that I was shy on the patience side. 125 kids coming and going in groups of 20 … every 20 minutes… enough to make any mother scoot over near the edge.
Yesterday was the absolute last day I could be fingerprinted for kids camp. It was 109 degrees… which somehow makes errands NOT fun. At all. I was searching through my handy-dandy mini yellow pages that we keep in the van for such a time as this…. trying to find a closer fingerprinter to our current location. Aha! One was located. So I called to see how late they were open, so as not to miss the 23 year-old that is sanctioned to take 42 year-old mother’s fingerprints for kids camp. While I’m trying to hear the automated message I feel a set of wriggly toes coming between the back rest of my bucket seat and the actual seat part I’m sitting on. They are on a mission to find my bum. I’m trying to ignore them…. but there is sheer will to drive mother crazy sitting directly behind me…. I finally turn and yell, “Get your toes out of my bum!” and the children in the van break into hysterics so loud that it is impossible for me to hear the automated voice with the pertinent information I’m seeking.
Why? Oh why? Why do they do this????? I never dug my toes into my mom’s bum in the car seat in front of me. And I spent many a LONG summer vacation drive in the station wagon seat behind her. I don’t ever even remember the prank entering my mind. It must be a gene from the Crosby side.
Tags: bum, fingerprints, kids, mom, summer break, summertime, toes, van
My Sister's Jar 
June 16, 2008 at 3:09 am |
In our house, FEAR was the reason I’d never do something like that to one of my parents.
June 16, 2008 at 4:23 am |
AND Dad could reach ANYWHERE in the station wagon with his right hand…. while driving.
June 16, 2008 at 1:59 pm |
Since seatbelts weren’t really in use when we were kids, we had an advantage. We were more mobile and he was tied to the steering wheel. The trouble was that he had a very good memory…and a long right arm!
June 16, 2008 at 11:29 pm |
120 kids every 20 minutes?? You’re one incredibly brave woman.
June 17, 2008 at 4:12 am |
I’m feelin’ ya! I volunteered last year for VBS in the craft room all day. It was exhausting, but certainly well worth it while my daughter enjoyed the free program down the hall.