Muses

Enjoying the last malleable one. A Mother’s Truth.

This is why I love dogs.

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They adore you.

Even when they get like 1.75 years old. Thirteen in dog years.

These, on the other hand . . .

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The child not the strawberry.

Children don’t look at you like you were the last Oreo in the sleeve — forever.

When they are five, they adore you like a Labrador Retriever. And let you hold their hand (in public places).

Then they turn 12 and think you are the most embarrassing creature on the face of solar system.

So that is why I enjoyed today. I spent the afternoon with my 9 year old.

Nine year olds still think you are great, as long as you do not try to take their computer away.

Today after an appointment, we picked strawberries.

But the best part for me was riding in the car and listening to music. My music. I don’t get to do that with the 12 year old.

So today, we listened to John, Paul, George and Ringo.

We sang we all live in a yellow submarine and na, na na, na na na, na na an, hey Jude.

Nine-year-olds love that stuff.

Because they are still Play-Doh when it comes to their moms.

And great music is great music.

Are your children still Play-Doh?

Linking up with the coolio Moonshine Gang

This is pretty funny if you have a second.

           

           

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