…you got it! Because, every so often, I find that, if I don’t write about the kids enough for a little while, someone will inevitably ask me “What? The girls haven’t said anything cute lately? Why you gotta have so many posts about your dissatisfaction with your local Starbucks or magazine covers that glorify sex appeal over talent?” Well, the truth is, lately I have been a bit disturbed by the fact that Bassie has taken to following up her cute comments with this request: “Can you post that on your blog?” Beyond it reminding me that I am a pathetic mother with a blog where she talks about her adorable children, this comment makes me think that she is now catering her statements into “blog-ready” soundbites. What’s next: “Mommy, was that under 150 letters; because I want to make sure you can Tweet it”?
So, I have become resistant to blogging their every cuteness. Yes, now I reserve my reports for the truly remarkable occurrences. Such as when Dina was wearing my batting glove the other day, and when I told her she reminded me of a recently deceased pop star, and she didn’t know who I was talking about, so I did that really famous part of the Thriller dance, and she said, “Oh…Werewolf Bar Mitzvah?” (I know…what’s with her and that song?) Or when Bassie asked me “how Joni and Justin live? Like how do they have money for their apartment and food?”, and I had to explain to her how “freelancing” and “educational loans” worked, to which she responded, “I’d like it if every time I got a Math problem right they gave me money”, to which I had to explain why meritocracy is dead.
Yes, AFers, do not fret: the children persist in their cuteness, even when I am not documenting it, marching ever closer to the day when the very existence of this blog will be a source of embarrassment and shame for them. Sort of like a baby book that everyone in the universe can open.
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