"My hair is red," she said. The standard answer.
"Yes, but you are very smart and outgoing," I reminded her.
"Stop talking like that," she said, looking down. She hates it when I call her smart.
"Well, what about your family. What makes us special?"
"We have cake."
"I am sure other families' moms make cake, but yes, I suppose."
Then she says, "You and daddy live together," and I am left speechless. "Toby's dad moved away to Toronto to a new home. An apartment. He's got a new job there so he's not going to be coming back. For a long time. Maybe never." Her eyes were so big and serious, there was her usual "there's no way I've got it wrong" look about her, and her hands were chopping the air with every word.
"Well...I guess we are special then." I gulped. I hate serious conversations. "But you know what else makes us special? We believe in God and go to church. Not many people do that, you know. And daddy and I believe we should stay together no matter what....wait, are you listening?"
Little Miss is suddenly listening to something outside of the shop. I can hear Mr. Man's voice giving our son a bit of trouble.
"Are you listening? What did I just say?"
Still she doesn't look at me. "Yeah, we believe in God and Toby's parents don't live together because they don't believe in God..."
"NO, THAT"S NOT WHAT I SAID!"
"What's daddy doing?" she asks, and wanders out the door. You've got to be kidding. She's like a dog distracted by a squirrel.
Anyway, to my readers: anything Little Miss says is generally out of her head. I have nothing to do with it. Well, most of it.
I'll just write down she has red hair and leave it at that.
2 comments:
HA! That's sad and funny and very sad all at once.
I should hunt down the note I got from school when James summed up my job at church as "at night, when I'm in bed, my mom gets on the couch with people and makes them feel good".
I feel your pain. :)
LOL that's hilarious Juliet!
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