Sometimes Shannon will ask me to do something and I'll hesitate or say no outright. Her response, ever since the day I met her, has always been, "Well, just think about it and let me know." It's her little way of not taking no for an answer and knowing that I will, indeed, think it over. More than once I've come around to her way of thinking: PTA directory, signing up for the school preschool program instead of a paid one, ice cream, whatever.
Those who know me know that I am not religious. Shannon has taken the, "Well, think about it and let me know" route on this issue as well. She's invited us to church with her. She invited the kids to Sunday School. I have yet to take her up on these offers, but I appreciate that they are extended. I appreciate even more that she accepts me as I am.
One day, Shannon called and asked if I could please take her kids to school since I was driving my kids. Absolutely! More time with the Dryer kids! BONUS! This is actually one of the reasons I never want to give up my van: I have just enough room for my kids and Shannon's kids.
When I rolled up to their house, Stephen came bounding down the drive and jumped into the car.
"Miss Chili! Have you heard the good news?!?"
I believe I actually dropped my jaw and stared at him dumbfounded. In my head I was thinking, "So this is how it's gonna be. She has set her children on me. She has absolutely no shame, that woman."
I eventually recovered and said, as calmly as I could muster, "Um, no? Stephen, what is the good news?" (I inwardly groaned and laughed simultaneously. I groaned at the thought of having to explain to my children just what the good news meant and why they hadn't heard it. I laughed because Shannon was soooo going to hear about this one.)
"I made it into ARC at school!" Stephen gushed.
I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. Paranoid much?