The kids and I wanted to go to a 100 yen shop this afternoon so we asked a police officer for directions. He was having a hard time explaining it, and frankly, his directions didn't make any sense at all. But I thanked him politely and set off in the general direction that he had been pointing, mostly just to give him face.
We walked around for a fruitless 15 minutes and finally I told the kids that we were going to have to give up. Maybe their grandma could take us to a 100 yen shop tomorrow. She knows the area better than I do.
"Can you just give me one last chance to try and find it? I feel like I can," said Audrey.
"Knock yourself out," I replied. I let her take the lead and Grant and I followed behind. Clearly I make things look too easy sometimes, this would be a good chance for her to learn.
Within three minutes we were standing in the 100 yen shop. And that's when the relentless teasing began.
"I found it! I found it! I don't even speak Japanese and I understood that policeman's directions better than you did!!" Audrey hooted.
Grant joined in, "She's the master now! She's the Number One Master and you're Number Three!"
"First of all, I am not Number Three, I am Number One," I countered. "Second of all, how did I slip from Number One to Number Three? What happened to Number Two?" I asked.
"That's always been me," Grant said.
"Mommy will you please write about this on your blog?" Audrey begged. "Please write on your blog how awesome I am and what a loser you are!"
"Yeah, tell everyone you're a loser! The Number Three Master!" Grant challenged.
"So I'm going to write a blog post about what a loser I am and how great you are?" I asked. "Not happening. Get your own blog and write whatever you want. I'l tell you what's going on my blog tonight is that picture of you guys with the kimono girl in the train station. That's what's going on my blog tonight."