Humble my heart

On Friday, the kids and I went through the McDonald's drive-thru on our way home from Mass to get fish sandwiches to take home for lunch.

After leaving the drive-through, (where I specifically asked, "Three of those sandwiches don't have tartar sauce, right?" and to which the employee replied, "right," but not too convincingly.) I pulled into a parking place to check. Of course they had tartar sauce, and, bad mommy that I am, I used the word "eejit." Eejit (like idiot) is my catch-all word for someone who did something not-so-bright. It's not the worst word in the world, but I shouldn't name call, and I know it. But I said it, under my breath, and you know how kids can hear when they want to and you don't.

My five-year-old heard me, and she said, "Mom, you said eejit, and you're going to have to go to Mass and get another black mark on your head."

I love being humbled by a child. It's really the way to go.