One of Amber’s Pre-3 teachers: “She is, FINALLY, growing.”
Me (playing the town idiot): Nervous laughter.
As I drive away I think of something clever to say: Well we, FINALLY, got her off that cigarette and coffee diet. Who knew?
If only my brain was a little more awake in the morning.
You only think of the smart ass comments after the fact. Probably to save yourself from that “open mouth, insert foot” fiasco that is bound to happen.
Or it’s just God playing games with us.