Yesterday, I was multitasking, which is always a dangerous proposition for a blonde type person like me.
I was sitting on the sofa doing some computer work while taking turns with Sean shooting a Nerf gun at some targets he had set up in the window across the room.
“Mom!” he said, demanding my attention. “Mom, it’s your turn!”
He offers me the gun and the spongy bullets, but I’ve got my hands full of laptop.
“Reload the gun for your mama, will you please,” I said.
If you’ve ever uttered those words to your five-year-old…you might just be a redneck.