Texas had its primaries AND caucuses (cauci?) this past Tuesday. Most people only get to vote once, but here in Texas, you can vote in the primaries and then go back after the "polls have closed" and vote again in the caucus. As Bill Clinton said, "Texas is somethin' else. It's the only state in the Union where you can vote twice without going to jail." I wish I could explain the system to you, but I can't. It supposedly gives "more of a voice to the people." I guess it does, because afterall it's better to do something twice than once, right? If you didn't hear me the first time, I guess you'll hear me the second? I don't know. The logic of this system totally escapes me.
But that did get me thinking. . . maybe I could share with you a few of the things in the Martin household that also totally escapes me.
Shari: "Mom, I'm running out of socks."
Me: "Okay, so that means I should probably buy you some more then. Right?"
Shari: "Yeah."
later on in the dinner conversation
Shari: "Mom, I'm running out of socks."
Me: "What does that mean, Shari?"
Shari: "Well, running out of socks means spitting up (our term for throwing up)"
Me: (a quick eye roll to Joseph) "Oh, really. That's very interesting."
even later in the dinner conversation
Shari: "Mom, spitting up means you're running out of socks." (At least she gets that two-way connection to things. What math property is that? I spent all that time learning them in math class, and now when I have a real-life example, I can't remember.)
Me: "I'm sure it does."
*****
Me: "Shari, will you go put your clothes in your drawer, please." (as I try to hand her the laundry I've just folded)
Shari: "No, thanks, Mom. But you can do it yourself, Mom, because you're a big, grown-up mom."
Me: "Or you can do it because I asked you to."
Shari: "I can't help, Mom. My hands are all fluffy." (as she waves her hands in the air for me to see. What it is I'm supposed to see, I'm not sure, but apparently it is preventing her from helping.)
*****
Me: "Shari, go upstairs and get your clothes on. On your mark, get set, go!"
Shari: "No, no, no, Mom. It's slow and steady wins the race." (and she slowly marches up the stairs)