Janet, Jessie and I (The Three J’s) went over to my mom’s house to visit and bring her birthday gifts. Happy Birthday, mom! We couldn’t bring Roxy over because my mom’s cats would probably eat her alive. They don’t like dogs. Roxy, on the other hand, loves to play with cats!
As we sat in my mom’s cozy living room, we couldn’t help but notice the giant TV in front of us. Mom had bought herself a sixty inch 3D TV. Can I just say WOW? Mom was so excited about the TV she wanted us to watch a bit of her favorite movie so we could see the special effects up close and personal. Since my mom is in her mid sixties her favorite movie is, of course, the Avengers.
We ended up watching the whole movie, we happen to love it too, and can’t wait for the Avengers 2. As we sat around the living room, trying to catch flying objects in 3D, wearing our special little glasses, I couldn’t help but say, “Look at us all sitting around like twelve year olds.”
Janet’s response, “Yeah, twelve year old boys.”
Jessie loved the movie so much I borrowed it from Netflix so she could watch it again. She also streamed Thor and Captain America before the Avengers arrived. Jessie is now a true Avengers fan vowing to go trick or treating as the Black Widow. Now, if only I can find a chaste version of the Black Widow’s outfit we’ll be just fine.
I think she was truly inspired by the athleticism of Black Widow. I walked into the kitchen and found her standing on the counter rummaging through the various boxes of food we keep on top of the cabinets. When I walked in, I must have made a noise because Jessie’s head whipped around to look at me.
“What are you doing up there?”
“Nothing to see here, mom, move along.”
“How did you get up…oh, I don’t want to know. What are you looking for?”
“I left them in the living room, Jess.”
“Oh, I should probably get down then, huh?”
Notes to Jessie
There are so many things I want to tell Jessie. She’s twelve now and growing up so fast both literally and figuratively. I had ‘the talk’ with her a couple of years ago and I think I traumatized her when I explained how things worked. I’ve decided to write down a few things for her to read, I just think it’s easier on her young, still developing mind.
If you don’t want to read them, I’m incorporating them into my blog here, I’ll differentiate them using, ‘Dear Jessie: Don’t Be Stupid” or “Dear Jessie: Debit Cards are NOT Credit Cards” or something along those lines. Don’t worry, I won’t write anymore about the birds and the bees unless it’s been a while and you need a refresher course! I can send you the PowerPoint personally. Just to forewarn you: it’s not for the faint of heart.
I’ll try to write one a week for a while until I run out of wisdom…shouldn’t take long! Hmmm…am I done already? I realize she won’t take all my advice to heart, I guess the true path to wisdom is a personal one, but if she could set her sights on a less slippery slope than the one I followed, I’ll be happy. Plus, this way if she does something really stupid, down the road of life, I can say, “I told you that was a bad idea.” I’ll even have it in writing.