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Dreaming Of Beckham

*****While out of town I'm posting a favorite story *****

So I'm in this gorgeous home over looking the ocean. Beautiful, plush white furniture with delicately decorated throw pillows. Beautiful lamps are next to vases filled with lush flowers. It's just gorgeous. My husband is there. We smile and each other. What a lovely morning.
Then David and Victoria Beckham walk in.
"Good Morning you two!" 'Good morning! How did you sleep?' "I slept really well" says David Beckham, rubbing his head.
Victoria plops down beside me on the couch and says "Isn't this a beautiful home? What should we do today?"
Rob and I look at each other and I say 'Let's see if Jean and Lionel have any plans' (Jean and Lionel being Dame Judi Dench and Geoffrey Palmer from my favorite BBC show "As Time Goes By".)
"It's really nice that they let us stay here. Really." says my secret boyfriend David Beckham. I just love saying his name
At this point I wake up to the song "What's That Smell, I Don't Know" from my youngests play "Ananzi The Spider" in which she plays a monkey.
Ah... yes... a dream. Crap.
I really deserved that dream. The days have been a bit stressful.
Have I told you about my oldest wanting to see if she could still fit in a toddler swing at the park? The kind that is a little pouch with holes for the legs.
Well, let's just say SHE CAN'T! As proven by the fact that I couldn't get her legs back out of the holes and had to call 911.
And when the first truck realized that it didn't have the right equipment it had to call for a second truck. Which meant more of the town coming to see the 10 year old girl stuck in a toddler swing.
All the while my youngest is keeping herself entertained by rolling around in the grass just so she could stop and pick off any leaves, flower petals or what-not that stuck to her clothes, just to start all over again.
The fire-"people" cut her down from the swing so they could at least lie her on a bench to try and cut the rubber. (It's suprising how strong that rubber is! Our children will never fall from that swing, I can tell ya' that!)
They had to tear that sucker apart from the bolts. It was ridiculous!!!
1 1/2 hours later she was out.
Can you believe one 10 year old brought 2 teams of firefighters to their wits end trying to think of how to get her out of a toddler swing?!?
Next week she has a class field trip to, you guessed it, the fire station. She's let it be known that she does NOT want to go. I really can't blame her.

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