The Rules.

I'm in the market for a new camera (when am I not?) so one day last week I drug the girls with me to Crick's to go check one out. On
the way there we went over all the rules. All THREE of them.

No touching.
No fighting.
Be quiet.

Repeat after me, girls. No touching. No fighting. Be quiet. No touching. No fighting. Be quiet.

Apparently
I forgot to add the ones about not ratting out your dad and not saying
things that might embarrass your mom. So while I'm chatting with Miss
Angie about batteries, grips and flash cards the girls spot a man in
the corner who works at the store. On the phone with his back to us he
evidently overheard what The Ruler had to say (and apparently wasn't
offended by it – Thank God!) because he turned around smiling and
laughing almost uncontrollably.

"Hey, that guys is taller than his hair," she said as The Lu chimed in with, "Yeah, our daddy has a bald head just like that guy."

And
within an instant that good humored man's uncontrollable laughter spread
to the rest of us in the camera shop as The Ruler blurted out, "Yeah, and our
daddy laughs like a girl!"

Poor sucker. Wasn't even there to defend himself.  All I could think was please, God, make them stop there.  Well, and…I can't wait to put this on the blog!

And since I try not to post without a picture, this image (shot with my super crappy camera phone) clearly shows us all what The Lu is NOT going to be when she grows up. 

A HAIR STYLIST.  (By the way, we call this her Trailer Park Fabulous look.  She's even got blue popsicle lips.)