Recently Jane’s snow pants went missing. I’m not sure how regular of a reader you are, or if you live in the area, but this is January in Wisconsin. It’s cold and we do things outside. Snow pants are super necessary.
On the evening it was discovered that Jane’s snow pants were missing, we were on our way to the kids’ cross country ski lessons. Again, when you are seven and the windchill is in the single digits snow pants are super necessary for skiing.
In attempting to track down the snow pants we decided that they were either, still at the ski place from last time we were there, left at Grandma’s where the kids had been since the last time they skied or in the back of the truck in the ginormous pile of bags, ski clothes and general debris.
The only thing we knew for certain was that they weren’t in the truck and so a lively discussion of where they might be started. It was all hypothetical and going fine until Jane panicked when she realized she might have left them at Grandma’s, about a two hour drive from home. Then I reminded her that Grandma is a wonderful Grandma who will pack up forgotten items and send them in the mail the next day.
“Really?” says Clara, “I didn’t know she did that.”
“Yeah,” Jane says, “once she mailed me my rainbow crown.”
“What rainbow crown?”
“The rainbow crown that Otis broke and then that one guy was at our house I think his name was uhhh Matt, yeah Matt and he fixed it with that thing that started on fire in his pocket and then I left it at Grandma’s and then she mailed it to me” Jane explained.
I broke in with a “Wow. Yup. She’s right, good memory Jane” (Because Otis is a little boy who moved across the country almost three years ago and the man who fixed it was indeed named Matt and she only met him that one night, and no matter how you cut it that’s a pretty good memory).
“Yeah.” says Jane with not a hint of modesty, “I’m the best at remembering.”
“Okay remembering girl!” I said, “Remember me this! Where are your snow pants!!!”
“Mom. I don’t remember stuff like that!”
They were at the ski place. She… forgot… them there.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
We never remember the important things, do we?
Hahahaha….aaahhhh yes. I still have ‘general debris’ in the back of my car….OOXX
Heh, heh, heh … there’s remembering, and then there’s remembering! 😀