Leaving on a Jet Plane…
The signs were all around us…my jaded child was becoming even more jaded.
Friday before school – “Mama, don’t I look pretty today?”
Friday, on the way to school – “Why are you driving in the left lane you stupid person!?!”
Friday, during the kindergarten Thanksgiving feast – “I am thankful for my toys. And I guess my Mama.”
Yes, as much as I love to vacation sans Maya I realized that I would be remiss as a parent if I didn’t take my self-absorbed, temperamental, and materialistic child out of West Los Angeles for a little while.
So we hopped on a plane and are currently in New York City. This trip serves two purposes:
- I hope to convince Ali to move to the East Coast where I obviously belong, and
- I hope to give Maya a dose of non-Hollywood reality.
But seeing as I just heard a cab driver yell, “Get the F@#$ out-of-the-way, dumb$hit!” I now realize that Maya’s dose of reality might include coming home with a whole new vocabulary.
I’m headed to Bloomingdale’s to dwell on it. And to buy some new shoes.