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Friday, February 20, 2009

Just Back Away ...

I drove to the gym the other day after dropping my older ones off for some intense educating. Tyler and I mosied on in to "work out", I dropped him off at Kid Zone and was ready for a little turbo kicking action!

I managed to survive 50 minutes of cardiac arrest, I mean cardio-vascular activity, and I was ready to pick up the little man.

I walked in to the childcare area as was enthusiastically greeted by, "Mommy!" I was immediately suspicious. First, this sweet voice did not sound quite like my son's; second, my children tend to enjoy their "me time" and usually don't run to greet me. My friends tell me that means I'm a great mom ... they're so independent, they say. I'm not so sure.

Anyway, it was not my son, after all. It was some other child, who, by now, was wrapped around my leg tightly. Now this peaked Tyler's interest.

He looked over and calmly said, "That's my mommy".

The kid (His name is Toby, I later found out)didn't budge, he said, "Mommy, let's go home." He was so sure that I was his mom, I felt obligated to take him home.

Tyler came closer and said, "That's my mommy" and begun opening the little exit gate. Toby just tightened his grip upon my leg and intensified his pleading stare into my eyes.

Finally, Tyler came over and gave the little dude a nudge and said, "That's my mommy. Now go play!" He grabbed my hand and said, "C'mon Mommy. Let's go."

(Come to find out Toby's mom and I were dressed exactly alike and do resemble one another. Sadly, that whole incident did irreparable damage to my relationship with little Toby. Fortunately, his mom went to pick him up as I was leaving. She later told me he just looked at her confusedly.)