Say Goodnight, Gorgeous

Some Wednesday evenings I have Toddler Time @ church, while the parents attend classes (or sneak off on a date?). Never alone, thankfully, we may have as many as 23 crawlers, under the age of 5.

I'm reminded of times when one person in a room has yawned and it starts a progression of yawns. It can be the same way with diapers.

Uf-da.

So, one recent evening a dad picked up his youngster and told her to "Say goodnight, Gorgeous". He was calling her by a nickname, clearly. It was, however, a moment for humor. I agreed with him, and asked her to say "Goodnight Gorgeous".

Ah, the sweet difference removing the comma can make.

I'm starting to look more and more like my mother. She would have had green hair at some time for some reason - same as this...removable. Ah, but I digress, or perhaps, transition.

When I was between 1st and 2nd grades we went horseback riding in Wisconsin. Somehow we never rode around home, only on vacation. Well, it was my first real time on a true horse and I was kept up front, riding between the cowboy and my dad. I was on Thunder, a horse I immediately believed to be my very own, forever.

My mother was at the end of the line. It was a line that included the 4 of us and probably 2 or 3 other lucky souls.

The aforementioned cowboy periodically turned around and hollered, "Come on, Glamour Girl!!!".

And, so it was, we rode the entire hour with my mother trusting that he was talking to her, not to her horse.

Upon return and dismount, he came over, took the reins and once again, said, this time directly to the horse, "Come on, Glamour Girl".

Goodnight Gorgeous.