More reasons to have children

It's Girl's Spring Break. Of course it is. Because it's been a whole week since Boy's February vacation ended, and it would simply be unreasonable for me to have too much free time, peace and quiet to get things done read and write blog posts.

I am, after all, a mom, and it's apparently my duty to busy myself entertaining the masses.

Which is OK, because the masses are always so appreciative and the experiences are always so rewarding.

Yesterday, for example, I took Girl to Boston's Museum of Fine Arts.

The ticket seller asked us if we were related - since we "look so similar."

What an idiot, I think.

Or course we're related, I wanted yell, adding a shake, and maybe even a slap upside the head. (Two school vacations in a row tends to make a mommy a little tense.) But c'mon. Hel-loo? Does your average child kidnapper yank a kid off the street and then escort them into a museum and pay $34 to look at some paintings? I don't think so. Who the heck else would I be? Of COURSE we're related!

"Yes, we're related," I tell him politely instead, throwing in a smile to try to compensate for all the mean thoughts I'd just had about him and his upbringing and probably not been able to entirely avoid filtering from my facial expressions. "She's my daughter." I add, for good measure. 'Cuz I really do try to be nice. (Shut up. I do, too.)

What an idiot, Girl says out loud, as soon as we are out of earshot.

"Mom. Even if he did think you were my grandmother, we'd still be related."

*********************************************

The folks over at humor-blogs probably don't walk around art museums shaking their heads in wonder, trying to figure out which part of that story is the worst: the part where she thinks you look like a grandmother, the part where you wonder if someone dropped her on her head when she was little, or the part where you realize Boy's April vacation starts a week after Girl's Spring Break ends.