Some people can sing.
Some people can dance.
Others write great novels.
My special talent?
Finding awesome refrigerator magnets.
Found this little baby in a gift shop in Canmore:
Got this when The Museum Company went out of business:
Gave Owen this one, in his Christmas stocking:
But as of today, I’m going to have to start nurturing another talent. Because the magnets gotta go.
See, when you’re single, you can put whatever the hell you want on your fridge. Naked pictures of the guy who passed out at your last party? Okie-dokie! And then when you have kids, you have to take away the nasty visuals, but you can still get away with a ribald saying or two on a fridge magnet.
But eventually, for better or worse, your kids learn how to read.
While I was making supper tonight, the kids were playing together. Without fighting. So I wasn’t paying much attention. Until the boy picked his little sister up off the ground.
“Put her down! She weighs 3/4 of what you do, you’re gonna drop her!”
He trudges toward the couch, gently sets his sister upon it.
Then, in his best Isaac Hayes, he croons:
“Gonna lay you down by the fire.”
Gee, I wonder where he could have gotten that?
At least he didn’t use the first part.
So, if you see a collection of random fridge magnets on eBay, you’ll know what’s up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to run to the dollar store for some non-stimulating magnets. Something beige and shapeless. With no words.