Harnessing the healing power of snark
My husband and I just went to the grocery store to buy some dessert. As we were standing in the ice cream aisle, perusing all the choices, we heard the high-pitched sound of a little boy talking to his dad. Neither one of us really paid any attention to it, until we noticed that it wasn’t stopping. So we both looked up at the exact same moment, just in time to hear him yell, “The witch, daddy, the witch!” over and over again. And he was pointing? Directly at me.
[…] “Well, you need to start with your toes,” was his first thought. Oh sure, Mr. “I-Have-Beautifully-Formed-Arches-And-Perfectly-Sculpted-Long-Elegant-Toes”, point out my completely flat feet with toes that curl under why don’t you. It’s not like my self-esteem has taken a big hit with that whole witch thing or anything. […]
[…] 13. My Secret Identity As A Witch Is Discovered […]
[…] under why don’t you. It’s not like my self-esteem has taken a big hit with that whole witch thing or […]
I have to admit, I laughed my butt off at your expense, but only because I would have done the same thing if it were me he was pointing to. Being that you are using your powers for good, I guess you weren’t able to wiggle your nose and turn him into a flaming pile of poo 😉
BTW… DTC stands for “Dossier To China”. We are adopting a baby girl from China and when your paperwork is finally finished, after 6 long months of: physicals, bloodwork, clean police records, all other records, being interrogated by some freak who gets to write about whether she thinks we’d be fit parents, being fingerprinted twice, and all the rest of that whosafudge, you get to have your paperwork translated into Chinese and sent to China. It’s a big milestone… it means the only thing left to do is wait a year and a half for them to match us up with a little ‘un. Yep. Hurry up and wait. At least now I can come and visit your hysterical blog in the meantime 🙂
Oh. my. god. Was the parent appropriately distraught and contrite?
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Holy crud. I hope the kid was little and had NO idea what he was saying!
Were you wearing all black and a pointy hat? 🙂
That’s nutty! I hope the parent was at least trying to stop the kid. :/
Oh my! Kids, they sure say things at the wrong time! My daughter said the other day that my butt wasn’t as big as her nana’s.
Right in front of her nana. 😀
That was an entertaining story for sure:-)
Btw: Thanks for your visit and nice comments on my Brussels post. How nice to know that your heritage comes from Norway and you do spelled the words right.
So for your experience today, in Norwegian we would say “Uff da”:-)
Being that you are using your powers for good, I guess you weren’t able to wiggle your nose and turn him into a flaming pile of poo
Yeah, no such luck 🙂
Was the parent appropriately distraught and contrite?
Oh no. He thought it was funny. As did my husband. (And, truth be told, it really was. Although “officially”, I am offended.) 😛
I hope the kid was little and had NO idea what he was saying!
I’m pretty sure he didn’t. He was pretty young.
Were you wearing all black and a pointy hat? 🙂
I did have on a black sweater, but as far as I know that was the extent of my similarity-to-witches. I am curious to know exactly what sparked that comparison in his mind.
Mary-too funny!