This morning I was cooking some ethnic food (bitter gourd, we call ampalaya) for Tatay & Nanay (my parents staying with us) when Surfer Girl started chatting away....
"You know mom, we and T's family (our good neighbors) are so different."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you know... their mom ... she plans their dinner... so she always knows what she's going to cook for dinner. And us... you don't. We always don't know what we're having for dinner.".
You can just imagine my "shame" (actually, guilt). I tried to recover but I couldn't. I turned into a defensive mode. "Pretty bad, huh? " I muttered.
"Well, not really. It's just different. You just don't plan in the morning" (she said that is the sweetest voice possible)
My defensive mode rose to the highest level. "Well, Surfer Girl, I tell you what - today I decided to plan our dinner this morning. We're having this bitter gourd tonight and you're eating it!".
Surfer girl has this "what's wrong with my mom" look on her face. She knows me well enough by now to know she said something she should have not said. Too late.
So her response to what I just said? "Oh.... ok".
UPDATED 2/10/08: I just got reminded that I have nor participated in the Mother and Daughter Carnival for a while. I thought I'd submit this post for this week. I n a couple of weeks, my daughter and I are going to have a "Girls Day Out" where I would spend the whole day with her, a mom-daughter bonding time. Since I had been working a lot of hours, I really think I need to this special time with her to catch up on what's going on wth her....
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