Glad I've Got Ya

So a rumination on my rambling yesterday - it seemed like at the end of the post that I was saying that most likely today would be a day where the soap was back on the bottom of the pool and that life was all about the soap being either in your hands or at the bottom of the pool.  That is way too depressing for me to agree with.  I really don't think life is a teeter-totter of good and bad.  I'm a real believer that life is a line that looks like a range of mountains and valleys but that is trending upward.  Really I think most of the time the soap is slipping around in my hands - Charlie Chaplin like.  I'll hold it for three seconds and then my hands slip to the back so I grab toward the front and sometimes the soap pops entirely out of my hands and starts sinking.  Life really and truly makes some pretty great physical humor.  But in the end every time I've got the soap in my hands I am going up and usually I don't drop it as far as the bottom of the swimming pool when it does go ska-dootling out of my grip.

There.  I've gotten that taken care of.  Clear as a bell now.

So today my daughter kept calling her chapstick her chopstick.  "Mom have you seen my chopstick?"  "Your chapstick."  "Yeah, my chapstick.  So have you seen it?"  "What?"  "My chopstick."  I kept trying to correct her and I kept giggling when she'd revert to chopstick.  It really made my day.  Meanwhile CPT Kindergarten was getting scared out of his pants by a neighborhood friend.  He and the little sister of this friend came running down the hallway saying, "PFO's!  Watch out for the PFO's."  "What's a PFO?" I asked.  They both shrugged their shoulders and the little girl said, "It makes sounds like doodle-doot, doot, doot.  We heard them."  "Oh, well maybe that is Sanae."  "Nope, it's a BFO."  CPT Kindergarten is one of those with an active imagination and wasn't willing to go back and confront the strange sounds down the hallway.  So he sat next to me.  "I know PFFO's aren't real.  They aren't real, right Mom?  I don't like PFFO's."  Ahh, children.  I'm glad I've got ya.