i never really understand how desperately i need uncle sugar until he's far away and more than a little out of range.
his responses to all my worries - and you know i have a few. ugh. - are usually enders.
after i agonize for five or ten about what may appear on the surface to be super-nonsense but really really matters when you erase all that really really really matters in the world, he replies accordingly.
which usually sounds like that's dumb. or she's dumb. or i don't want my babies anywhere near dumb.
i know what you're thinking. "karey. that's not-so-great a reply. a four-year old can do better than that."
well. to this i say...try it.
the next time someone's trying to make you feel small or trying to seem like they're way bigger than you, look at them. shake your head as though you're trying to clear them from your memory, and say to them, "you're. dumb." dripping with dismissal.
and then walk away. or stay. whatever. it won't matter because they. no. longer. matter.
wait. whoa. i just remembered a very very important part: DO NOT SAY THIS OUT LOUD! that would be a very very bad thing. and you would not feel good about yourself. and what if you all of a sudden found yourself smack in the middle of a four-year old kind of an argument? like, no...you're dumb. you are! no, you are!
you must keep this thought in your head where such thoughts belong. for example, i keep mine in between "those pants are giving you an unfortunate wedgie, madame." and that old chestnut "your kid is a mute dolt."
ugh. do you even know what pat might say about this post? i do, too. and he would be right.
i'd much rather he were here.
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