Tobin threw-up in the car. He throws up a lot. I pulled over because, uh, wouldn't you? His throw-up looked bizarre. I know what he's eaten today, a bite of Snickers, half a Twix bar and a cookie along with 20 pieces of gum...while those are pretty good incentives to ralph...why would it look like dry pink tuna? I looked at it and thought,
Uh...
Where are the twins? They're normally rather tame. Even when they're quiet I seldom worry. Rule of thumb is to only worry when they're laughing at each other. Outside Avery is milling around on the drive-way, looking for fairies no doubt, so the twins are probably out there too...but where? Wait a minute, why is there garbage all over the lawn and the garbage can lying on its side? Wait-a-minute why is it lying on its side shaking...and laughing? So now the question is, do we drop everything and have bath time? If you are a mom of two or less you probably just said yes. But I said,
Uh...
Maybe you're like the guy at the store trying to be nice to me, the lady with three jumping-beans dressed as kids. So you offer a light hearted joke to show no hard feelings after one of her beans threw an apple at you, but instead of smiling the lady starts laughing insanely and far too loud (probably because she has offspring induced bi-polar disease). It kind of makes you look at her and the whole concept of offspring and say,
Uh...
You invite your friends over for lunch and your daughter starts doing the following. Do you take it away?
Uh . . .
Nope, just pass it to the next kid in line.