THE SQUIRT

I went upstairs to change into some sweats after a long day last night. We have friends visiting from out of state so I yelled all morning to keep the house clean at two little beings that don't yet understand English commands. I now resort to saying all commands in espanol as it seems to be more effective. I highly recommend it.

Commands in the Spanish language are just one word, whereas we have 2 to 4 depending on what you're requesting of your offspring. !Sientate! (Sit down) !Vente! (Get over here) !Dame! (Give it to me). The Latino efficiency and my harsh gringa/germanic accent work well together in obtaining the result I want: A kid to do what their mom says.

This is totally beside the point of my story (squirrel).  



Gotcha!



Baby's asleep and I walk down, comfy and ready to eat a nice dinner with our friends. Chloe runs up to show me the new ring good ole Uncle Andy has bestowed upon her. A dime size circular lime green plastic ying yang coy fish ring. I take a closer look and am about to facetiously say, "Wow! That's cool! When you punch somebody, you'll leave a fish on their face!" Before I could say the word "punch," darn thing squirts a stream of water in my eye! Chloe starts laughing so hard, I blink a couple times, my face stoic and mute. She danced around at my misfortune, and slightly bugged I surrendered to her accomplishment and giggle. She's just like her mother.



Today's prayer: "Fish face, fish eye. Thank you for erasing the annoyance and letting the humor fly."