Suspicious Mom
Who wouldn't trust this face?

Around 10 o’clock last night Miss 13 sent me a text message that read:  “Mom throat is scratchy do we have medicine?”  I would complain about the whole texting me thing but usually she talks to me by updating her status on Facebook, so I figured this must be important ~ direct contact with me, woo hoo!  So I immediately slipped  into nurturing mommy mode, ran to the medicine cabinet and looked for anything that might remotely come close to soothing a sore throat.  I came up empty.  What to do?  What to do?

I had a brilliant idea, so I immediately texted Miss 13 back and said: “Tell everyone I said to put on their shoes and get in the car now.”  My children came wandering out of their rooms.  “Mom, I’m in my pajamas!”  “Where are we going?”  “Do I have to go?”  “But I don’t feel well.”  In rapid fire action I responded: “It doesn’t matter.”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  “Yes, you do.”  “You’ll be fine.”

The kids grudgingly got into the car and as I pulled out of the driveway, Mr. 14 said: “Mom, are you about to dump us in a vacant lot?”  Seriously, where does he come up with this stuff?

I got the last laugh when I pulled into the Mickey D’s drive thru and ordered shakes and frappuccinos for them and a smoothie for myself.  Still I have to love my children and their suspicious nature.