"Whatcha doing, Ella?" I asked as she whizzed by. "I's running errand!" It appeared running laps full speed around the downstairs with a purse around her arm equaled running errands to her.
On her next lap around she grabbed my cell phone off of the table. "Okay, got to call someone while I'm at errand," she explained as she streaked around the corner. Having my cell phone hijacked was a small price to pay to keep her occupied a little while longer, so I allowed it to go along for the ride. Free of any parental responsibilities at the moment, I got up to check my email. Apparently my decision to sit at the computer wasn't part of her fantasy of errand running for, one lap later, I was emphatically told, "GET OUT OF MY ERRAND AND RUN IN YOUR OWN ERRAND, MOMMY!" Oh my, this was serious business indeed.
"Okay, I'm at errand," she told me miles later as she finally collapsed onto the floor. If only I was that enthusiastic about "running errand"--We would always have groceries and I'd be at least 10 lbs lighter.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007