I was Like...

I love my daughter.  She is everything that is goofy and funny and sensitive and smart and dramatic.  She is also in grade three.  Currently that means that we relive every funny (to her) minute in a rendition that starts with…

“and you were like…….   And then I was like………….”  Followed by hysterical laughter.  Which is basically an invitation to repeat the same sentence again but a bit more exaggerated. 

This cycle continues until the original scene is completely unrecognizable and they forget why it was funny in the first place.

We had just arrived home from Brownies last night and I said something to her which she thought was funny and prompted a “reliving”.

“hahah you were like ‘we’re home’ and I was like ‘I know’!”     ahhahahahahaha

Hope, I say.  'I was here two minutes ago when this happened.  You don’t need to remind me what I just said.'  (what a mom thing to say, huh? But that’s not the point)

Anyways, so this morning I’m yakking to my hubby on the phone….don’t you love that word?  Yakking.     Right. 

And I tell him the story of the “I’m like…” to him.  I may have imitated her a couple times.  He says to me ‘you know you’re doing the same thing right now, right?’

Hahahah..whaa???  oh.  Dadgum he was right.

And now, apparently, I’m doing it again.  ;o)