Apparently there are many things within my home that defy description in the English language. I have this conversation at least once a day with my oldest daughter:
Kid: "Mom! Come look at this!"
Me (not moving): "What is it?"
K: "I can't tell you, I have to show you."
M: "Hon, I'm folding laundry (blogging, taking a nap, sitting on the toilet, etc.) right now. Can you tell me about it?"
K: "No! I can't explain it! You have to come see!"
M: "You can't explain it? You've been talking since you were 9 months old! You were talking before you had teeth! You haven't stopped since! You are saying that you are not able to describe what you want me to look at?!?"
K (whining): "Moooommmm! Come see!"
Then I have a choice. Sometimes the nifty thing is a 3-week old scratch or a tiny bug. But, sometimes it is gallons of water the girls have been pouring on the carpet very, very quietly (this happened last week). Do I stop what I'm doing to go check then hope I remember to go back to whatever the task was? Or do I cross my fingers, hoping that it will wait 5 minutes?
It is a "Lady or the Tiger" sort of choice.
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Yikes! I can relate to the water thing with Lily - she likes to do that, too.
Hey, every time I see this title of this post, I think of a praise/worship song that's like, "Indescribable, all powerful (or something) awestruck we fall to our knees and we humbly proclaim ... You are amazing, God!"
Good song. Now it's in my head. could be worse.
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