When my girls were little and money was tight, I would take them to an all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant, an establishment remembered fondly in our family as the “all-you-can-squirt Chinese restaurant.” It wasn’t the food that kept us coming back — it was the horoscopes and Chinese zodiac signs on the menus.
We never grew tired of wondering at the wisdom of those animal signs. How did they know that just because I was born in 1965 I posses such snake-like traits as cattiness and mystery (not to mention an ability to distinguish herbs)?
The point is we all love to read about ourselves. We like to imagine that something out there knows us even better than we do.
After selling Girl Scout cookies in South Florida for more than five years, my daughters and I have become such people. We can spot a Thin Minter coming at us from a half-mile away. We can detect a Do-Si-Doer just by the way she sashays up to our Publix sales table.
Bet you didn’t realize that the box of Tagalongs you bought yesterday was like a window into your soul, did you?
Read the column at MomsMiami.com.