The Battery In My Biological Clock Is Dead
After spending the evening after work NOT golfing (long story), Mike and I had dinner at Max and Erma's. I had forgotten how many people take their children to eat at Max and Erma's. This one little girl in particular had such an ear-piercing, claw the skin off your face shriek I just wanted to reach behind me and yank her tiny blond ponytail. My biological clock never started ticking, but if it had, that was officially the sound that would have made the battery go dead. That was the sound that makes one not want children. Give me twelve howling basset hounds any day of the week over one shrieking toddler.
2 Comments:
At 2:22 PM,
Vicki said…
Jen.
That was hilarious! I would tell you to remember that later on that night, probably as she was going to bed, that little girl will be telling her mother that she loves her. I think any amount of shrieks, even in Max & Erma's, are all forgotten when you hear your child tell you that. All this coming from a woman who is only 15 weeks pregnant! I think I have extra batteries in my biological clock!
At 5:53 PM,
jennifer said…
VickiG, you are going to be such a good mommy!
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