Aaaah, good times
May. 25th, 2006 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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phangurl's latest post and it brought to mind one of my treasured childhood memories.
My mom, my sister and I went to Macy's. I think I must have been nine at the time or thereabouts. We're standing in line, painfully bored in the way that only children can be painfully bored. The kind of bored that makes you want to roll from side to side on your back on the floor. My sister (who is three years my senior) turns towards me and is like, "Come on [lierdumoa], let's fight! Right now!" She puts her arms up and is dancing boxer style on the balls of her feet. I'm caught somewhere between giggling and staring at her like she's CRAZY.
There's this old lady standing behind us with what are probably her grandchildren, both younger than me. She turns to my sister and says, sotto voce, "Shhhh. The good children can see you."
My sister pulls her best "oh, pardon me" look and we manage to keep straight faces until we get back to the parking lot, at which point, me, my sister and my mom are all laughing so hard we're crying. Tears are literally rolling down my mother's face. And of course both my mom and my sister think this is, like, the best line ever. For weeks afterwards it is this running joke every time one of us gets antsy. My mother puts on this dour look and hisses, "SHHH. The GOOD children can SEE you."
See this? Is why I have no shame. Shame is a pinch faced little old white lady telling my sister the good children can see her. And my sister is guffawing.
In other news, I am going home to visit the parents this weekend. Not my sister, as she is in Virginia studying to be a patent lawyer. My cousin should be visiting as well, so that should be fun. Nothing but dial-up, for three days, so maybe I'll catch up on fic.
phangurl's latest post and it brought to mind one of my treasured childhood memories.My mom, my sister and I went to Macy's. I think I must have been nine at the time or thereabouts. We're standing in line, painfully bored in the way that only children can be painfully bored. The kind of bored that makes you want to roll from side to side on your back on the floor. My sister (who is three years my senior) turns towards me and is like, "Come on [
lierdumoa], let's fight! Right now!" She puts her arms up and is dancing boxer style on the balls of her feet. I'm caught somewhere between giggling and staring at her like she's CRAZY.There's this old lady standing behind us with what are probably her grandchildren, both younger than me. She turns to my sister and says, sotto voce, "Shhhh. The good children can see you."
My sister pulls her best "oh, pardon me" look and we manage to keep straight faces until we get back to the parking lot, at which point, me, my sister and my mom are all laughing so hard we're crying. Tears are literally rolling down my mother's face. And of course both my mom and my sister think this is, like, the best line ever. For weeks afterwards it is this running joke every time one of us gets antsy. My mother puts on this dour look and hisses, "SHHH. The GOOD children can SEE you."
See this? Is why I have no shame. Shame is a pinch faced little old white lady telling my sister the good children can see her. And my sister is guffawing.
In other news, I am going home to visit the parents this weekend. Not my sister, as she is in Virginia studying to be a patent lawyer. My cousin should be visiting as well, so that should be fun. Nothing but dial-up, for three days, so maybe I'll catch up on fic.
