Awkward

Last week we had some awkward moments. 

Awkward Moment Number 1:

The boy's school has different nights set aside for parents to get to know one another. Isaak's class had their night last week.

They have popcorn set out, and different puzzles for kids to do with one another. We brought some puzzles of our own.

For a brief moment the parents got called away to talk about what goes on in the classroom.

Isaak was all about wanting all the phone numbers to every kid in class he saw.

Towards the end of us being there Isaak said, "Mom there's Jada. I need to get her phone number!" I've heard him talk about Jada a time or two. He was too shy to go up and ask himself. I tried that last year, and I found that kids didn't know their phone numbers, so it is best that I got up to ask the parents myself.

Jada's Dad happens to be blind. Jada went running off with another kid when we asked for her phone number. Her Dad asked Isaak, "Sweety do you know what kid Jada ran off with?"

Isaak looked up at me and said in an awkward voice, "Mom he's staring at me funny! Why is he looking at me funny?" 

Thankfully it was loud in the room. I quickly said, "Isaak's being kind of shy tonight. He wanted me to come over and ask you for Jada's number. You'll have to excuse him." 

Later on we had a talk about blindness, and disabilities. Luckily they are both familiar with Little House on the Prairie, and how Mary was blind. In all reality people that are blind have a different look in their eyes than they do when they act on TV.

Awkward Moment Number 2:

I took the boys to get their hair cut. Mistake number 1: I shouldn't go alone to get their hair cut. Daddy is much more in tune with boy hair cuts than I am. I've learned that their hair should not be rounded in the back; it should instead be squared off with the corners rounded. He's picky about the blend to. To me if it's straight we're good. Mica's bangs seriously grow angled. I've experienced crooked bangs before. 

Daddy didn't have time to go with to get their hair cut. The boys have school pictures this week.

There's one place I go that has 1 really good barber that's from India, and one really bad barber that's African American. I'd call and make an appointment if I knew the good one's name.

I walked in, and didn't see the good barber. The bad barber was sweeping up. He was ready for someone new. Last time Mica got up in his chair he had crooked bangs, and the guy blended one side, and not the other. It was a bad hair cut.

What's a girl to do in this situation?  I surely couldn't say, "Sorry I can't have that guy cut our son's hair." They'd think I was being racist. I have friends all different colors; I honestly don't care what color someone's skin is. I plopped them up in their chairs, and hoped for the best. Thinking back maybe I should have said I left my credit card behind, and never went back.

I went home, and listened to Daddy say, "Man I should just cut their hair from now on."  

Awkward Moment Number 3:

Daddy...Daddy...Daddy he's such a pain with picking out pants and boxers. He picked out 2 new pairs of pants recently. Then at his sister's reception he says to me, "We have got to take these pants back. They are so uncomfortable." 

We get home. I told him, "Can you try these other pants on, so I can take them back together?" Never mind the fact that he tried them on in the store. He had all the time in the world to try them on, while I hauled two crazy boys around. 

He put the next pair of pants on, and goes to rip the tags off. I said, "Oh no you don't." He said, "Well I've got to wear them all day to see if they'll work or not. I can't leave the tags on for that." We both exchanged dirty looks. 

Sure enough the 2nd pair of pants are just not right. I actually sewed the tags on with a thread and needle. *Shaking my head. Thankfully they took both pair back. I was worried they wouldn't when the guy behind the counter was looking for the tags of the other pair of pants.