Thursday, August 02, 2018

Matching

A few weeks ago Mr. Nielson and I took Charlotte
 with us in the car to run errands.
Just as I suspected, Lottie zonked before we pulled out of our neighborhood.
About 45 minutes after buckling her in her seat we had arrived
 to Costco to buy some delicious peaches, 
(and we probably bought some things we didn't need), 
but anyway, I opened the door and tickled her back.  
"We're here honey, wake up." 
 Second later her little brown eyes opened and as
 I was unbuckling her belt she looked down at her little arms. 
 The leather seats had been pressed into her sweaty body making
 a pattern in her arm.
"Look mom!  My arms look just like yours!".
She was right, we had matching arms. 
 She showed a few random patrons at Costco the shocking surprise.
  They didn't care- actually they were pretty much confused.
Charlotte was proud of me, and for a second, 
I felt proud of me too.