Today, we started with this conversation:
Random ball player during a break: "Ma'am, do you have a watch on?"
Me: "Yeah, it's 6:40pm. And don't call me ma'am."
RBPDAB: (laughter) "Sorry, I'm from the southeast."
Me: "You can call me darlin' or honey, just not ma'am."
RBPDAB: "Well, which one's your husband? I don't wanna get in trouble."
Me: "Yeah, he's pretty big."
RBPDAB: "We'll just call him Mr. Ma'am then."
And they did for the rest of the evening.
I brought my camera and as soon as the girls saw it, I was met with two different reactions. This:
Or this:
(Please notice the razor sharp bangs that the girls got today at the kid's cut place. I'm so proud.)Boodle finally wandered off and commandeered someone's basketball, and soon the girls were giving it a go.
This is what occurs when we don't take turns.
(It's a big stinkin' pout, btw)Here, The Man has decided to shoot around with them and give them some pointers.
I don't think they're too receptive, do you?
4 of you HAD to say...:
I love the jump shot picture. Great form!
Also, love the one at the end. I feel like about two minutes after that picture was taken one or both of them wandered off to do something else. LEARNING is boring!
My Girl is 23 and still will strike a pose (very similar to those!) when she sees the camera out. LOL I hope they never grow out of that.
BTW, they'll get that same look when you teach them to drive.
Oh my word this is awesome! One of my favorite blogs since I feel like I'm there with you guys enjoying your evening :).
Funny you should talk about being called Ma'am. We had a long discussion about this during Mom's Group. I said that I have my kids use Ms.(First Name) while another mom insisted that she be called Ma'am - that she EARNED it.
I'm in your camp on this one.
Now, basketball is the sport for your girls. However, I think that after 2 minutes with The Man showing them, they proceeded to demand the ball and say that they "GET IT ALREADY!".
Fun idea to get out and picnic at the end of the day. So who are the girls? Did you just pick up a couple of gals from the park or what? How did it happen that I sat next to you (preggers) at Pete's wedding, and now these are your kids? Beautiful, I might add.
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