The Look

If you are a wife and a mom or just a wife, you probably know "the look". It usually comes from the male of the house. The D.A.D. or the H.U.B.B.Y.. It can accompany a multitude of things. Shock, disbelief, irritation, the feigned look of surprise at what they perceive as sheer stupidity, you know, stuff like that. For me, "the look" usually sends me over the rainbow. I don't come back for a while. I guess we've been together long enough that it's all good like that.

The Littlest has a scratch from school today. It's around his eye and also his nose/mouth area. One of the other children scratched him. I don't even want my husband to see this. Not that I had anything to do with it nor is it my fault but the questions that will come I'll be expected to know all answers to. AND he'll want to know who did it. And I won't have an answer. Maybe it will heal overnight and I won't have to have that stressful conversation.

I don't like the look. The Oldest has a look that I call "HE". It means 'half eyes'. When he's ticked, when he's disappointed, when he is NOT happy, his eyelids go down, like halfway down, hence, "half eyes". We're all about acronyms around here so he knows what HE means. I see it happen and I say, "don't get all HE on me, open those eyes up!" or "I dont' care if you HE me. Go ahead" and it makes him mad mad mad. Hee hee. See how they start young with "the look"? GL. I think it's all cyclical and whatnot.

But you see, I have a secret weapon. It's an invisible shield. I see 'the look' and I flash my sheild (inside my head of course) and I say to that look, "ha ha I laugh in the face of that look and I draw my sword and shield and he ha take that and that!" and with that I slice the look and I turn away. Turning away is best. It quells the storms. It quiets the crowd. It takes away the thunder of the coming storm. Like it.

Go ahead, give me the whites of your eyes. It's all good.