By Diane Ako
I often, at random moments,will tell my family I love them. They are used to it.
Husband and I were watching a movie one night when I blurted out, "I love you."
He said, "I love you, too."
"Oh, no. I meant that's the next line in the movie," I said.
Frowny face from husband. Unintentional dis!
So I deserved this one not too long after movie night:
"Olivia is a great kid," I mooned in one of those temporary "I'm crazy about my kid" moments of parenting that, you know, get interspersed with other moments of "I"m so tired I'm going crazy" or "That darn kid is driving me crazy." So what I've determined is that parenting makes you crazy in one way or another.
"Yes," Claus replied, "and she gets all her brains from you."
How sweet, I thought.
"You still have a little bit brains left," he finished.
Oh, not so sweet.