Ex-cuuuse Yooou
Yesterday we took the kids to see Tale of Despereaux (what a long a$$ movie, btw). Naturally, dear husband of mine spent an insane amount on junk food. (I am convinced he wants to go to the movies only for the nachos & cheese. And I make sure to sit right next to him.)
Half-way through the movie and more than half-way through the Sprite my 7 year old daughter was nursing, I heard a loud belch. I swore it was my husband and turned to give him the look of shaitan. (Shaitan = Satan) (Who says you don’t learn something new everyday! You learned an Arabic word! Say it with me: Shay-tahn.)
No, it was Sofia, my darling little angel. It’s very difficult to be upset with her… when she is cute… and is just like me, especially in spirit. But mostly for the sake of the well-mannered and cultured people sitting directly behind us, I loudly scolded her. She saw the twinkle in my eye even in the dark and just smiled. Ah, she knows me so well.
