For those of you that have kids, I know you've experienced that moment when you are just so damn proud of your kid. Like, when they go to a new preschool and the teacher says that they were a doll to have in class, and they're looking forward to having them around everyday.
You casually say, "That's so great! Thank so much, we're excited to be here too!"
And then you get in the car, and you're like, "Thank the Lord they were good!"
I had one of those moments today. I took Bentley to the groomer [ya, I'm liking my dog to your kid, whatev], and when I went to pick him up, they said, "He was really good, and a very charming little guy".
And I got in the car and thought, "I will come back to you, because not only did you say he was good, but you said he was charming".... which he actually isn't charming very often towards me, but I'm glad he was charming for them :).
Anyway, it was a mom-ish moment. Especially because I had to warn them ahead of time that he hadn't done his business before we came this morning [I opened up the door, he took one step out and watched the rain coming down, turned his head back to me with that look, "Woman, you have got to be kidding!". He knew. There wasn't a damn chance I would want to go out there to pee, and I'm a pushover, so I wasn't going to make him go out either.]
-mrp-
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