When I'm really enjoying a meal, I go "hmmmm..." just like I did at brekky this morning. I indoctrinated a friend into the ways of BBM last night and she got the joke and killed herself laughing. Then said "no more beans". Unfortunately this friend lives in Melbourne (loooong way from here) and I hardly see her.
When you dress your son in jeans, a white undershirt and chambray shirt (tucked in, black belt), actually ponder which of his shoes look the most like cowboy boots and wonder why on earth he doesn't own a black cowboy hat yet. I took a photo of him, will post it for your viewing pleasure if you like.. He ain't exactly Jack Nasty but i was so proud.. and then felt horribly guilty and disgusting, like those parents who unload their fantasies and dreams onto their kids and expect to live through them. My mum saw this outfit and forbid me to let Will leave the house wearing it... lol... (I DID change him, but he looked so cute..)
When you meet a new parent in your classroom and the conversation goes as follows:
Me: Hello, I'm Sheyne. Miss M to the kids... *chuckle*
Parent: I'm Judy.
And you consider saying "Your folks just stop at Judy?"