September 29, 2006
conversations with the kidlet series
We’re in the grocery store, doing a shitload of shopping. She starts to complain about getting tired.
“What? You’re tired? Please, kid. You’re young! You should be running circles around my 41-year-old ass. Or forty-wonderful, as my friend Em says.”
“She really says that? She said forty-wonderful?”
“Yeah! I think it’s great! Don’t you?” A flash her a big smile.
She sighs. “Forget it, Mom. There’s just no point….” I’m laughing now. She shakes her head and says, “You’re an odd duck.”
I quack. Then we decide where to get lunch.
September 29th, 2006 at 6:59 pm
I think she’s just jealous because I haven’t come up with one for 17. How about “heaven” teen, because she was sent to you straight from heaven!
(PS - I do love you, Miss B.)