It was a cold Fall day.
I was driving down the road
on the East side of town.
It was a road that went from
TOWN to COUNTRY
and back to TOWN
in about a 3 mile stretch.
Our little three year old Tara
was sitting in the back seat
long before seat belts were being used.
She leaned forward and tapped my shoulder.
Tara: MOM! I LOVE that NOMALOME!
Tara: That NOMALOME! I want to live there!
Me: What? Where?
Me: We LIVE in a NORMAL HOME, Tara.
WE DON'T LIVE in a NOMALOME!
Me: What does it look like, Tara?
She starts to cry-
Tara: IT LOOKS LIKE A NOMALOME,
she says sobbing!
I bite the bullet because it is driving me crazy!
I turn the car around!
I start driving back up the road looking for
I am looking at both sides of the road and pointing?
Me: Is that it? (pointing)
Me: Is that it?(ponting again)
We get all the way back to the starting point.
Me: Okay, Tara- I don't SEE a Normal home!
Tara: You went passted it!
I am ready to eat the steering wheel.
I turn around AGAIN!
Me: OKAY! Now- TELL ME- when you see the
I drive slowly with cars dragging along behind me.
I. don't. care!
Tara: THERE- THERE IT IS!
Here is what a
NOMALOME looks like!!!!
Tara: I want to live there!
Me: I bet that can be arranged!
And just for a moment......
I am ALMOST tempted to just leave her there...
You will never look at a
the same way again-it is in our family-
and will always be