Walking In His Sister's Shoes

My husband rarely drinks, so when he needed me to pick him up after a work function, I had no problem with it, and respected his responsible decision to not drive.  My kids, on the other hand, complained that we had to go out at 9:45 pm.  I told them to just throw some shoes on quickly, because we were not even planning on getting out of the car.  Brianna had just gotten a new pair of heels earlier in the day, and they were sitting near the door.  She slipped them on and Logan asked if he could wear a pair of her flip flops that were also sitting next to the door.  I said that’s fine.  As we were going down the road, Logan was talking about how the heels are a little too big for Brianna.  Logan tells her that they should switch shoes because the flip flops are too small on him and the heels would probably fit him better.  They eventually do switch.  Logan says he likes the heels.  I jokingly asked him if he wanted to wear them to school.  He surprised me by saying enthusiastically, “I wish”!  Brianna immediately stated, “He can’t wear those to school.  Kids would pick on him.”  We then started talking about how he would have to wear a wig or something.  Then Brianna said the kids would recognize his face.  This conversation went on for almost the whole ride.  I said he would have to be completely disguised.  He would have to wear a dress, make-up, a wig or a hat, and some glasses, in order for no one to recognize him.  Then Brianna pipes in and says, “oh, and you can wear a thing in your ear so mommy can tell you what to do.”  These kids!  I think they have watched too many episodes of repeat after me.
We get to my husbands work to pick him up and he is no where to be seen.  I call him a few times and he doesn’t answer.  I text him telling him we are out front.  No response.  I am starting to get annoyed because he was the one who told me he was ready to be picked up.  He gets embarrassed easily, so I was sure he would not want his son to be getting out of the car in heels, not to mention Brianna’s hair was like a nest on her head.  Then he finally walked around the corner.  Or I should say stumbled and I got out so he could see me.  He said, “come on out.  Come see everyone.”  I’m like, “um, the kids are a mess, and your son is wearing your daughter’s high heels.”  He did not care.  He grabbed the kids and flew to the dance floor with Brianna.  Logan and I had a seat and watched.  Then, after a few people complimented his shoes, the poor little guy said,  “Mommy, I am a little embarrassed now.”  So, I don’t think he wants to wear sister’s shoes to school after all.

Off To See The Wizard

Last week there were some terrible storms in the area where I live.  I was at work, while my husband was at home with the kids.  He sent me a text telling me how bad the weather was.  I looked at the radar and saw the area was covered with rain and thunderstorm warnings.  My husband became so concerned with the dark skies and wind that he decided that he and the kids should take some precautionary measures and prepare for the worst.  He told me this was one of the scariest storms he had ever seen.  The wind was whipping the small birdhouse, in one of the trees, in all directions.  He told the kids to grab what they would need in case of a tornado and get in the closet as soon as possible.  While he rounded up the dogs, the kids grabbed their stuff.  He met them in the closet and asked what they had grabbed.  My son proudly showed my husband that he had brought two pillows and a flashlight.  My husband was impressed.  He turned to my daughter to see what she had felt was important, only to see her standing there with a pair of ruby red slippers in her hands.  Someone was prepared in case she made a trip to Oz.  She sure wanted to make sure she could get home.  It's a good thing her brother has her back and grabbed two pillows.

Shot In The Head

     Recently, I decided to contact a local modeling agency to see about getting the kids into modeling.  Brianna had done a photo shoot before, but nothing ever came of it.  The modeling agency met with my husband and the kids and they liked what they saw.  I got an email with a contract and it included information for websites to sign the kids up for castings, and also some information about packages for photo shoots.
     The other night, when I got home from work, I started discussing the email with my husband.  The photo shoots are pretty expensive.  Unlike your typical JC Penney, Sears, type photo shoot, these shoots run around $300 as an average for shots from the waist up.  This is what is called a head shot.  Full body shot shoots are even more expensive.  As we were discussing the emails, the kids heard me say to my husband that regardless of what agency we use, the kids will have to have headshots.  
     I heard Logan gasp.  When I looked at him his faced changed from the smiling, happy little guy that was just playing and having a great time, to a distressed, anxious ball of nerves.  He seemed as if he were about to hyperventilate.  Within seconds, Brianna joined in this dramatic display.  I quickly realized what all the fuss was about, but my knowledge made me snicker.  My poor kids had to suffer for over a minute before I could contain myself enough to let them know that headshots are photos.