The Lunch Lady

Macy is to the age where I don't particularly have to bathe her. She's quite capable of completing the task on her own but I often supervise to make sure all the soap is out of her hair, she actually used soap to wash her body & of course that the bathroom floor doesn't become a lake. Tonight I went to take dinner out of the oven only to return to the sight in the picture to the left. She said, "Look Mom, this is what the lunch ladies wear." I couldn't help but crack up laughing because let's face it, every lunch lady I've seen in all my 30 years has inevitably worn this gorgeous hair net!

With all her humor, that lil rascal sure does have a way to set this Momma's temper on fire. Typically it's just about the time she stages her own personal coupe, combined with tears, screams of defiance and then the lashing of the belt. Okay, okay the last part was just for effect but I do get the pouting, tears & defiance. This is what I see. Oh, and lemme' be the first to say you bet'cha I'm gonna' keep this pic around & show every cute boy she brings to our home!