Does Tamika seem more wise than wisecracker to you? Not to us.
My kids call her a chadult—a sitcom of adult and child.
When my girls were younger, they loved to play “spa” with family and friends. It was a sweet deal having these tiny hands giving us massages, facials, or pedicures.
Tamika loved it too—but she gave it a makeover.
When Tamika played spa, the kids never knew who to expect at the “front desk.” She’d show up as the high maintenance supermodel, or the cowboy who wouldn’t take off his boots for a pedicure. Or the uber-sensitive grandma who screamed every time they touched her—“ack! That hurts—that hurts too! Are you trying to kill me?!” There was Crystal, the teenager who came in with road rash because she kept falling off her boyfriend’s motorbike. (Her boyfriend wasn’t treating her right so Crystal was constantly asking my kids for relationship advice)
My girls have outgrown the spa game, but the silliness hasn’t stopped.
Last year Marsha the duck came into our lives.
Marsha’s got issues—but don’t we all?
Do you think Marsha should be allowed to go back to yoga? Let’s vote, in the comments below!