My Real Life

So, on Friday, we went out to dinner at Friendly’s.

Monkey in the Middle came home with a fantastic report card on his last day of school, and so we decided to take him out to dinner to celebrate.

It was absolutely, 100%, completely not because I didn’t want to cook.

Really.

It wasn’t.

Anyway…

…when we go out to eat, we usually play telephone around the table.

You know the game.

Someone whispers something in one person’s ear, then they pass it on until you get to the last person and see if they get the same message as the one that was started.

So, on Friday night, we played.

Well, four of us played.

Monkey Girl had spent her afternoon creating a notebook of schoolwork to do over the summer.

Yes, you read that right. 

Friday was her second to last day of school, and she spent the afternoon creating a notebook of schoolwork to do.

Don’t get me wrong…

…She’ll spend her summer at the pool, at the beach, at the park, collecting fireflies, playing in the stream…

…but, she’ll also do that workbook. 

Why?

I have no idea why, but somehow, she really loves schoolwork.

Fine by me, as long as she realizes that no one expects her to do it.

Anyway, so, we’re playing telephone, as always, and I start wondering what people must think as they are watching us.

Because, people are always watching us.

First of all, there are 5 of us. 

Secondly, we’re not quiet.

I tried to be a quiet family for awhile, and then I realized that it just wasn’t who we are.

We live large.  We live loud.

I’m a huge people watcher and am always trying to figure out the dynamic between people.

So, what do people think we’re doing?

Telling secrets?

Quietly chastising the children?

Trying to quietly figure out the tip?

Who knows?

Maybe one day I’ll ask one of the starers “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

For now, I’ll just whisper sweet nothing in Baby Monkey’s ear and listen to him repeat it out loud.

Completely wrong.