A Monday like any other

When Cassidy got in the car today after school she took one look at me and said, “Do you have food?” Which I did since if I don’t feed her immediately upon picking her up she turns into something that can only be described a purely evil. She inhaled her snack and the said, “Hey, you look pretty crappy, Mom. In fact you look awful on all Monday’s. How come? It’s not like you work or anything. ”
Right. I don’t. I spend every Monday, and every other day of the week for that matter, at the salon getting my bush and brows waxed. But rather than admit this to her I replied, “Well, Mondays are my Devon Days. We spend all day together. We bond, we walk to see the neighbor horses. We play race cars. We talk about race cars. We make race car sounds. All. Day. And then? Then I come and get you and your big brother.”
Cass paused and put her arm on my shoulder, “Oh, you do work. Sorry ’bout that. Can I eat Loren’s snack too?”
She’s a sensitive one, that Cassidy Jane.