It's my job, you know...

One thing I forgot to mention in my earlier post as one of my favorite tasks in my job: that of embarrassing my children.  Today Bub forgot her folder and book she was reading, so I dropped by the school during her morning class.  I hadn't had time to exercise, so I was still disheveled from the night's sleep, and was wearing my spit-up stained clothing from yesterday.  Of course, it was one of my favorite outfits (Cheetos shirt and Homer Simpson pj pants), so it wasn't all that bad.  Later that day, Bub came home and told me that her friends said, "Your mom dresses weird."  She told them that that was my talent.  (If you haven't read Brandon Sanderson's Alcatraz series, you don't really know what talents are.)  I guess that's better than her using the "but it's my talent" line when I tell her to stop being annoying to her sisters.

In other news, we talked about death today after reading a sweet story from the Friend magazine.  I told them about my fat cat, Ben, being killed by a wild animal and how sad we all were when we found out he had died so suddenly.  Of course I teared up some when telling them about him, but I was as surprised as the rest when little Shrimp was found sobbing her eyes out under a blanket after hearing the story.  It was a good chance to bear our testimonies to her of the power of the resurrection and remind her that all my kitties who've passed on are in heaven with Jesus.  Bub had been showering at the time, and apparently listening in, and later presented me with this sweet picture.  As you can see, she's got style, as well as compassion.  Fortunately my wardrobe choices haven't completely undermined her respect for me...