Cheeezball

So the chubby one turned 6 yesterday. It was easy to say that it's hard to imagine he's any more than 3... especially when the fits start in the middle of Home Depot, but such is life. It would be a lot easier to spank him more if he didn't make you laugh all the time. But he's really fun. He's still not getting the birthday/birthday party thing. He can't understand how he could turn 6 yesterday if his party isn't until tomorrow. Matthew had the same thing when he turned 5. We had won a vacation to Las Vegas that would land on the weekend of his birthday. So we had a little party for him before we left, then on his birthday, Grandma Rose took him to McDonald's and celebrated his birthday with a cake. Then we came back and held the party with the whole family, and by then we discovered that he was 7. Three parties, three years older. Hmmm... who knew? Glad I stopped counting!!!

Life was fun at the bakery today. Once again, I was reminded that Malarie is truly a teenager. When we get busy working and deep in conversation, I sometimes overlook her eyebrow, tongue and nose rings and we slip into conversation that seems to put us in the same generation. She is rather mature for her years. Then a new Diet Coke man starts setting up a display right in front of the bakery. She about slipped on something. Apparently, he was rather cute. I was surprised that a normally chatty gal could suddenly become so quiet. Charlie was ready to slip away for a moment and Malarie asked her to see if he was married. So Charlie told him that Malarie wanted to know if he was married. Charlie said he may as well be. He has a pretty serious girlfriend. So then the conversation turned to how to off this poor girl that we haven't even met yet. Mind you, she might be a perfectly fine and deserving young woman, but you know, she's in the way. So as thoughts turned to what color of car and whose car to use, Malarie suddenly wondered if Charlie actually said that she wanted to know. Well, yes, that's what she asked. Suddenly, Malarie was gone and returned in a few minutes with Megan's nametag from the deli. Now that poor girl is in the mix and has no more clue what's going on than the gal that just got thought off a cliff. Anyway, life is good at the bakery. We'll see if the grocery store ever gets any Diet Coke again.