Small hiatus - but now I am back from my travels.
I can't believe I was afraid of ...
going down the bathtub drain. As a young child I was known to take a rather leisurely bath - complete with wrinkled up fingers and toes. I am assuming that my mom, in jest, told me that I would slide down the drain when she pulled the plug if I didn't get out. I am guessing I took this to heart. The second I saw anyone even leaning toward the drain pull, I would risk life and limb to skedaddle as quickly as possible out of the tub.
Now here's the funny part: even as a zygote, I am sure I was bigger than the drain opening - I have never been a person of small stature - so where's the common sense in thinking that I could slip down a drain never to be heard from again?
Silver Lining: Learned a little about the kids at the school my children attend today. I volunteered to sit in for the secretary and sat at the front desk all morning. Comments passed on to me as I dutifully waited for the phone to ring:
"My brother thought these were pajamas - but I told him that a monkey could wear this outfit." Hmmm...
"Are you Joseph's mom? Can you draw a horse? Did you bring a lunch? Where do you live? Have you ever seen a polar bear? Can I go to the bathroom?" (that was all in one breath)
"Have you ever tried Emergency pills? They cure EVERYTHING - even my chicken pox. I never had the chicken pox. Someone had the chicken pox. I think."