Lola sings the blues

Not long ago, I was cooking, and Lola brought in her xylophone to the kitchen. "I will sing for you, Mama!" she said cheerily. (Lola, a clever girl, knows that her mother spends huge amounts of time slaving in the kitchen and feels resentful at times when no one comes in to visit her. I will cook forever, if I have only a good audience sipping a glass of wine and appreciating my food).

Then, brightly, she sang while accompanying herself, "Sometimes we don't like Mommy."

I interrupted her. "This is supposed to make me feel good?"

I actually wasn't offended; I was amused. It was so brilliantly passive aggressive. (I hate passive-aggressiveness, but yet in Lola it is so wedded with charm and intellect, that it's hard to be mad). Anton defended Lola/Lucy by claiming her song was "within the genre of authentic blues."