We went shopping today for Father’s Day. Yay! We found the perfect gift, perfect fit, for the Dad of our dreams. The wrapped bag went into my closet, hidden beneath the clothes on my shelf, ready to style with paper and ribbon before Sunday.
I should have known better. Clues in my past should have popped up and alerted me with the biggest blow horn to divert attention and develop a secret plan to alter the course of events that would surely follow.
Hannah was swinging through the air, happiest to have her Daddy pushing her so high. Swinging and singing away at the top of her lungs, “We bought a present…a beautiful present…We bought the glasses. They’re for my Daddy. We bought them at Macy’s!”
“NOOOOO!” I screamed from my upstairs window! The screaming turned to laughter as I raced with toothbrush in my mouth…something I knew I shouldn’t do…foaming all the way to my daughter’s room. “She did it again!” I blurted, spewing white suds, and wiping my mouth on my sleeve.
Our laughter left us both red-faced and scheming to develop a new plan. Got to love the blabber mouth!
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