Otherwise Known As

This past Sunday we attended a birthday party for a little girl in my son's preschool class. The parents hired a band to come and play. It isn't the sort of thing I would ever have considered doing, but this family has the means and the motivation so more power to them.

This particular group of musicians is a popular local band that cater to the preschool crowd. We have seen them around town and have enjoyed them. My children were too shy last year to handle the crowds in the coffee shop, so this this party was kind of the like the first time all over again. My daughter? When ballistic. She danced. She hopped around. She spun in circles until she was sweaty and exhausted, the lone participant in her own private mosh pit. As the guys finished and packed up their instruments, LittleBird told them she wanted them to come to her party and play. The guys were very diplomatic and very sweet in the face of her enthusiasm. She chattered on, making arrangements as only a four and a half year old can. My mom will call you! she said, She's the one with the blue toes.

All heads turned to look at me.

And I grinned, sheepish in my flip-flop crocs with my metallic blue toe nail polish glinting in the evening light. I'll have my people call your people, I laughed. They nodded, grinned and waved at me as they left.

I am sure my kids will refer to me in many different way in the years to come. For now, I am downright pleased to be known as The Mom With the Blue Toes.