I’m getting ready for the school auction. Asher says, “Mom, can you jump on the trampoline with me?”
“I can’t, honey, I have to get ready for the party.”
“Oh, is it one of those parties where the adults all drink a lot of wine?”
“Um, well, it’s a party of school parents, and we’ll have dinner, and there’s an auction, and…” the adults will probably all drink a lot of wine. I cringe.
I start putting makeup on. Noah comes in. “Mom, will you jump on the trampoline with me?”
“Honey, I’m getting ready to go to the party.”
“What are those?”
“They’re hot rollers. Don’t touch th–”
He grabs one. “Why is that hot??”
“They curl my hair. I–”
He grabs the metal post that heats the roller. “Ow!! Why is that hotter??” He shakes his finger.
“Oh no, honey, don’t touch those! They heat the rollers! Do you want ice?”
“No.” He leaves.
Asher comes in. “You look like those crazy ladies in shows.”
I laugh.
“What are those?”
“Don’t–”
He grabs a roller. “These are hot!”
I sigh. “Yes, they are hot so they can curl my hair.”
He grabs the metal part. “OUCH! Why is that so hot??”
“It heats the roller, see? Do you want ice?”
“No.”
I pose for a crazy lady photo with Selah.
Noah walks by. “You look crazy. Are you wearing those to the party?”
“No.”
Asher mutters, “Ow, that was really hot.”
Leon comes out of the bathroom. “These are hot!” he says, smirking.
I really might drink a lot of wine at the party.
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