At dinner tonight [which I cooked despite the fact that I have evidently broken (oh, okay, badly sprained and bruised) a toe by tripping over Iris's rollerblades], I reminded the children, "It's your last chance to do something nice for your old Mommy before her birthday!"
Iris said, "Ahh, you'll have plenty more birthdays. I can do something then."
Later in the conversation, I asked Lola if when I am very old, I can come live with her. After thinking about it, she said, "No! You can only live with me when you are dead!"
I asked Lola if when I am very old, I can come live with her. After thinking about it, she said, "No! You can only live with me when you are dead!"
There has to be a proverb in that story somewhere...
"Blessed is the mother whose children delight in her hauntings from the hereafter."
Wouldn't that look simply wonderful in counted cross stitch?
I'm sure you and I can both think of someone who we fear trying to "move in" after they are dead! Oh what a nightmare!
Hey, she asked for it!
Happy Birfday, Drunken Housewife. May the prediction that Iris made be true - may you have many more.
Ha. We reap what we sow, I suppose. Having raised rational, intelligent children, you get rational, intelligent responses.
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