Karma, You Delight Me!

There was a day a month or so ago that I was deeply offended by my son.  He was looking at the calendar on my phone and saw the entry, "DJ- bazaar" and started laughing.

"What?", I asked.

"What does, 'DJ- bazaar' mean? "

"I am reminding myself that your dad is working the bazaar this weekend and won't be home for dinner."

"Oh, because I thought you were calling him "bizarre"."

"Noah- look at how I spelled it.  Are those words spelled the same?"

"No, I know that, but I didn't think YOU knew that!"

I was offended.  I started into a lengthy narrative about how there was a time in my life when I wasn't a mom and I managed to graduate from college having been on the dean's list and the president's list and also how in public school, I was on the UIL spelling team.

It all fell on deaf ears.  He doesn't get it and I realized I didn't need to justify myself to him.

About two weeks later, he came home with his spelling test from school.  He is a good speller and he made a 100 on the test- having just missed the bonus words- so I almost threw the paper in the recycle bin with barely a second glance.

But something caught my eye…. something so fantastically DELICIOUSLY awesome!

Wonderful parent that I am- I couldn't let it go.  In fact, I circled it and tacked it on the fridge for an entire week.  Lucky for me he is a good sport about it.