In Which I Discover The Danger of Letting Your Toddler Brush Your Hair While Responding To Emails

This morning I had the distinct pleasure of having not one, but two ladies over for lunch at my house. The whole thing was put together at the last minute, and I could not have been more pleased. I had invited Brandi over for a visit several weeks ago, when Shari let me know that she was coming for a visit, like it or not!! That is just the kind of friendship that Shari and I have-- which is sort of funny now when I think back to when we first met... but that's a story for another time. (Ok,I will explain briefly. Shari is an image consultant who does fashion makeovers for women all over the country. She is all about the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the accessories. And I am all about what is fastest and easiest. So I sort of dismissed her as someone I would ever have anything in common with! You never know what God has in store as we have become great friends!)

So, anyway, I didn't know if they would both actually show up seeing as how Brandi's baby had had a bug the day before so I just let whatever happened happen. And they both showed up! We had a great time and great conversation. I made baked potatoes and put out toppings, plus I had cut up watermelon and, per Shari's request (or should I say demand) pumpkin bread. Yum! I also made sure Shari went home with some pumpkin bread of her own.

And here's where the title comes in. I got an email from Shari thanking me for feeding her lunch. As I was checking emails, my 2yo decided she wanted to stand in the chair I was sitting in and brush my hair. This is never a pleasant experience, yet it is one of her favorite things to do. I often suggest other victims for this particular unpleasantness. But not this time. And so, while she brushed my hair, including pulling all the tangles out, ("Ooooh mommy, you got tangles?") I continued doing what I thought was a pretty swell job of reading and replying to emails. All while nearly having my hair ripped out by an overzealous toddler armed with a hairbrush.

A short time after I responded to Shari's email, she called. When I got on the phone, she was laughing hysterically. "Do you know what you just wrote to me?" she sputtered out. I had no idea.

She had thanked me for feeding her, and I had responded, "I'll feed you anytime." But instead I wrote, "I'll feel you anytime." Shari laughed and laughed and laughed some more. And I had to laugh too. Because it was funny, and because I was relieved that I had done that to someone who loves me anyway and not someone I barely know.

And so, from now on when the baby is brushing my hair, I will refrain from typing emails and stick to catching up on blogs--

And finally, an update:
Just to let you know I have made a double batch of blueberry muffins (which we had with eggs and bacon for dinner last night), three loaves of pumpkin bread and 2 loaves of eggnog bread this week!!
Just don't ask me how many words I have written...