Yesterday after tutoring, I went to A's school for their Easter egg hunt and party. The other moms and I "hid" the eggs in the courtyard of the school, then we turned the children loose. There have been prison riots that were probably more orderly than 18 kindergarten students hunting for Easter eggs.
Later as they ate their lunches in the classroom, I was sitting at A's table to keep him in his seat and prevent him from visiting every other table. The mother of another classmate was also at the table and we were having a group discussion about how annoying big brothers are. Evan told me that her brother was 15 and when I remarked about the big age gap, her mother said "Evan was our oops."
At dinner, I told J about the comment and how I really didn't like how her mother said it in front of Evan. Silly me, I should not have said it in front of A; then again, he didn't pick up on it when it was first said at lunch!
A: What do you mean that Evan was an oops?
Me (trying to think fast): Her mommy and daddy were surprised when Evan turned out to be such a lovely daughter.
Long pause.
A: They were hoping for an ugly one?
J and I burst out laughing. How could we not? I eventually sputtered out some kind of comment along the lines of "no, they weren't, but Evan was just much more wonderful than they even hoped."
Then I removed my foot from my mouth and finished my dinner.
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