How do you say...?

Last night, S's class was asked to perform for the school board. Hubby and I left the other kids home and just took her. Her class has been learning Spanish so they sang a song that lists the days of the week, a song that lists the months of the year and then they did some conversation exercises for the board. They were really cute and I thought they did a great job! Afterwards, we stopped at the grocery store to get a couple of items. While there, Hubby was teasing S that they had mispronounced some of their words. S was quite sure that they had said them right since her teacher is always right. After several minutes of teasing each other, Hubby took S over to this cute little Spanish couple that was also shopping. They spoke very little English, so Hubby spoke to them in Spanish. He told them that S was learning to speak some Spanish but that some of her pronunciation was wrong but that she wouldn't believe him so would they please tell her the correct way to say some of the words. S was so embarrassed. It was so funny! We laughed and laughed. She just kept saying how she couldn't believe her dad would do that to her. We got our groceries and went to the checkout line. While we were waiting, I decided to make sure I had some money with me to pay for our stuff. I didn't! The store we were at only accepts cash or local checks so then it was my turn to embarrass S and Hubby. Hubby was kind of mad at me and kept saying how I was way too spacey sometimes. As we were walking out the door, empty handed, I saw one of my friends. Now I was embarrassed. As we passed her and I said Hi to her, she quickly showed me her ATM card and whispered, I forgot my money so I hope I can remember my PIN number so I can get some cash to pay for my groceries. I instantly felt better. I told her that was why we were leaving with no groceries. See, I'm not the only one like me out there. (OR maybe that doesn't say much for my friends.) We went and got our groceries at a store that takes a credit card. The whole evening S kept reminding us about how embarrassing it had been to hang out with her parents. I remember being young and thinking my parents were embarrassing also. I actually felt bad for doing that to her but we really had a good time with her and we laughed alot so I wasn't considering the evening a complete failure. Then, just before she headed off to bed, she came over to give me a hug and she said, "Thanks mom for a really fun evening. I had a really great time being with you and dad!" It reminded me of those LDS church commercials that say "Family....isn't it about TIME!"
Thanks S! Daddy and I had a great time with you also! You make us laugh!



P.S. My traps are full again this morning. This is not so much fun anymore. In fact I'm kind of mad about it today! I'm not very patient and this problem is getting old already! I guess it could be worse though. Hubby just stopped in for lunch and said that he has been investigating a dead body all morning. I guess my little dead mice problem is maybe not so bad. Wait, YES IT IS!!!!! YUCK!!!