The new book catalogue for Revell spring book releases came out
and I Blame Eve has a full page spread along with my picture
at the bottom of the page.
It's a little fancy and makes me look like an author.
Which I am.
Except on most days I feel like a housekeeper/taxi driver/fry cook.
All that to say is that we were all around the kitchen table when
Will spied the picture in the catalogue.
A look of surprise lit his face, "Mom....you're famous?"
"Nope. I'm not famous."
"But you're in a magazine...only famous people are in magazines."
"It's a book catalogue that they send to book stores so they can order books."
He squinted at me. "People in magazines have mansions and big cars."
I laughed. "Sorry, no mansion."
"Why are aren't you walking the red carpet?"
(What has this child been watching on tv?)
It became more of an interrogation.
"Will, I'm not famous!"
"Where is your money? You should have money."
The other boys joined in, "Ya! Where is your money?"
Will directed them, "Check her pockets!"
Jack and Addison swarmed me, checking my pockets
and giving me a full pat down that would have done TSA proud.
There was a look of disappointment in his eyes.
I had risen to great heights in his estimation and sent his hopes crashing to
the depths all in a 3 three minute exchange over breakfast cereal.
Such is the life of a mother.
A not famous one, that is.