Last night the ear doctor and I went to dinner at our
favorite little Italian place that is 3 blocks from our house.
We go there at least once a week. Their gnocchi is my absolute
favorite.
When we were sitting at our table finishing up our dinner a
large group of people all came in at once. Out of the corner of my eye I
noticed something different about all these people. They had, what I thought,
was large dark birthmarks in the middle of their foreheads.
I thought to myself, “well, that’s different” and kept
eating.
The group took their seats and I leaned over to the ear
doctor and whispered, “Did you see that family that all have a large dark
birthmark on their forehead?”
He looked at me like I was the idiot that I AM and replied, “ummm,
it’s Ash Wednesday.”
It wasn’t a birthmark, it was ash and they weren’t an
abnormally large family, but a group of people who had just left the Catholic
church across the street.
I haven’t felt like that big of an idiot in a
LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. It’s a good thing I have the ear doctor around to keep
me in check.
3 comments:
That sounds like something I would do as well. Did I ever tell you about when I tried to eat the hand towel on the plane because I thought it was a roll? Yeah... not my finest moment.
We would totally like to talk to Garrett about Finn's speech! Let me know when he can. I guess I just don't know what to do besides read to him, talk to him, sing, ask him what things are, ask him to repeat words I say (which he never does). He has good language skills because he understands everything we say. He just doesn't have good speech skills.
We all have those moments don't we?
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