Raising My Mini-Me

For as long as I can remember, my husband has routinely looked at me and my kiddo and muttered something along the lines of "you two are just alike" or "you're just like your freaking mother".  Sometimes it's a compliment, sometimes, not so much!

Since she's gotten older it's becoming more and more obvious just how alike we really are.  I've apologized to her profusely for that by the way.  We feel the same way about most things, we like the same kinds of stuff, she can pick out stuff I love and I pick out stuff she loves.  

We've gotten to the point that no less than two and up to six or seven times a day we have a STOP IT moment.

What's a "stop it" moment?  Well it's when we both say the exact same thing at the exact same time without any prior knowledge or planning.  Not simple stuff like hello, or hey, or how's it going.  Stuff like "Did you see the meteor shower last night" or "Where in the world does Fran Dresher find those awesome little suits" or "I wonder if the Mayans were just playing a practical joke on the entire universe."  Out of the blue, same exact thing.  Weird?  Maybe.  Funny?  Oh yeah.

Well last night we had an emergency.

We had dinner while watching American Idol.  Then around 11:00, we started craving dessert.  Not just any dessert, because I combed the pantry and fridge and nothing there that would work.  No, we wanted cake.  Oooey, Gooey, Thick, Luscious, Melt in your mouth, Chocolate Cake.  

Nothing doing except we run right out and get said cake.

Since when do grocery stores close at 11:00?

Ugh.  Food Lion, closed.  Martins, closed.  

So we figured we'd go to Wally World.  I think we picked the only store in the entire city that what?

Closes at 11:00.

Well the hubs had already said he didn't like us going out that late.  So what did we do?  Told him we'd be fine, we'd only be gone a few minutes.  Then promptly forgot our phones.  Both of us.  Forty five minutes later, I figured we'd better call and check in before he called the cops and reported us missing.  Used a payphone at Walmart to tell him we left our phones at home, told him that everything was closed, that we were going to another WalMart to find cake.  Good deal.

We'd taken her car since it gets better gas mileage than  "Little Miss Can't Pass a Gas Station", so we get back in the car, windows half way down, in our pajamas and slippers, Motley Crue blasting on the cassette player, (Yes, a cassette player, my kid rocks!) and yelling at each other over the music while we weren't singing along to "Smokin in the Boys Room".

She was telling me about a dream she'd had where she owned a Saint Bernard that had a bear head and she was with this guy she used to know walking around in Carytown.  Well whenever a car went by, her bear headed st. bernard would get scared and jump over her head.  When they came to cross streets, he would jump from one side of the street to the other.  There were some other oddities too, but I don't remember them all now.  I do remember in the dream she told her bear headed st. bernard not to do that because it was freaking people out.

Well, that's another thing she gets from me.  The weeeeeird dreams.  Then it happened.

When she finished telling the story, at the exact same time, she said "Thanks for that by the way" and I said "You're welcome."   No pause between when we started talking, no cues or anything, at the exact. same. time. 

I told her it's starting to get creepy.  It's one thing when we say the same thing at the same time, it's a whole nother universe when we start anticipating what the other is going to say and answering before it comes out of the other's mouth.  Seriously though, it cracked us up.  We laughed until we cried.  It was awesome.

We finally made it to an open all night WalMart and discovered why you never go to the grocery store hungry or craving something.  We came home with Double Stuf Oreos, Cream Cheese Iced Brownies, a half dozen Boston Creme Donuts and our cake, which we didn't even cut.  I ate a donut and she had a brownie and we crashed after our most excellent adventure.

How awesome is it that my kid is my best friend in the world?  She just rocks my socks off every single day.

Me and my little Mini Me.  Too funny.

The chewing out we got from the hubs when we got home will be another post entirely!