Medea strikes again!

I had dinner tonight with my "Medea". Again, she cracks me up. She told my son tonight that when this kid pushes him in the back at daycare he should hit him back and that she'd show him how to do it so he won't leave a mark on him. It's good that he's 2 and doesn't really do what she says yet. I love her. She also told me that me saving my ex-husband who was swimming with me in Cabo from drowning wouldn't have happened if he were with a black woman because 1) they wouldn't have gone swimming and 2) a black woman would have told him up front that he "didn't see rescue written on her forehead" and that he was on his own. Point taken. She also doesn't like water much like she's terrified of cats. She can shower but that's it. No ponds, pools, lakes, streams, oceans, water hoses...you get the picture. I love her. However, she caused me great grief and horror tonight!

So, I walk in to my mom's house where my mom is laying out the ingredients for our salad bar we're having for dinner tonight. I'm only half listening to the conversation. They're talking about lord knows what because, you know, I'm not really listening. In psychology there's this thing known as the cocktail phenomenon. That's when even if you're in a crowded room, for example, at a cocktail party, there are certain things that will grab your attention no matter what. A prime example is when you're having a conversation in a busy room but all of a sudden you realize that someone has said your name. This is because your brain is hardwired to pay attention to something like that. As parents, I think we engage in this ALL the time. We listen half-heartedly to the CONSTANT chatter that comes out of our children's mouths and may mumble an unh huh from time to time. But there are things that will snap us back to full attention. Things like, "blood", "fire", or complete and utter silence. Here's something else that I found would snap me back to full attention.

MY 61 YEAR OLD MOTHER AND MY 60 YEAR OLD MEDEA HAVING A CONVERSATION ABOUT TEABAGGING!!!! WTF??!! WHY in the hell are they talking about teabagging? And then I realize that neither one really knows what the hell it is. My mother thought it had something to do with the Boston Tea Party. (Ground swallow me whole now and help me cough the rest of that diet pepsi out of my lungs that I inhaled when MY MOTHER said teabagging). Wanna know what makes this worse?? My mother has the worst memory on the planet. This is actually the SECOND time I've had to explain teabagging to her, the first being after my dumbass nephew said something about it in front of her and then refused to tell her what it was. She pestered me to no end. I even called my sister to try to make her tell her what it was. Nope...I did it. I explaind it to her...twice! Talk about an awkward conversation. In the end, Medea wanted to know why anyone would go to all that trouble instead of just getting straight to the point.

G*d I love that woman!