I was sending photos to a friend who had her baby on Carrollton Avenue and the I-10 and thinking about all the funny memories of that day. Last night, we went to Three Muses to celebrate another friend’s birthday and later a satellite contingent went to Mimi’s in the Marigny to hear Gal Holiday. We were trying to emulate this serious couple we had seen earlier but having such a good time, it was hard to get serious and strike a pose.
Here is the blooper
Here is the real thing
Today on the playground, Tin took down his pants and peed on the jungle gym with his two friends. I asked the father of one of them to go handle it knowing that (hate to say it) boys will be boys. A good friend in California told me about her boy peeing into the street with his friends trying to see who could pee the farthest. This father told me he and his friends tried to see how far away from the urinal they could get and still hit it and then were sent to the principal’s office who asked, “Would you rather me call your mother or your father?” All of the boys responded resoundingly, “FATHER.” Guess they knew that there would be some sympathy there.
Life’s greatest gift is laughter and if you could have heard Tin laughing as he was peeing and watching my face you might have seen a little bit of me, laughing so hard last night when my friend said, “Here you took only two photos and one is a blooper!” Or, you might still see the smile on my face from the day my friend gave birth in the car, feet on the dashboard, as my child was eating her mosquito poison.
I’ll follow this path as long as it continues…