I get amused by Father & Sons. The reason is because of what I always had pictured in my mind of what those words would entail: the dads taking off with the rowdy boys to camp out and the mothers, left with only their one or two well-mannered, sweet, clean and primped daughters taking off to go shopping together or to get pedicures.
And I amuse myself thinking of my case scenario…Dave having a relaxing camp out with our mellow one great boy, and me with my FOUR girls clamoring around me. I’d love to see those sweet ladies at the nail salon’s faces had I turned up last night with my ragamuffins in tow as we settled down to get our pedicures, Lucy throwing one of her signature tantrums at my feet.
Instead, I was that mom trying to keep all my girls together and out of harm’s way as we maneuvered ourselves through the mall to the new double-decker carousel…the girls faces smeared with their leftover chocolate Frosties from our drive-thru run and us all plugging our noses because Lucy was stinky and I forgot to bring a spare diaper. That was our “Father and Sons” side trip. And you know what, I think it was more fun than any pedicure or shopping trip. I can only imagine how fun those will be some day when they are all out of their tantrum and fit stages. I love those girls! Hope the boys are having fun.