Sunday, April 24th 2005
My sweet girly has the sniffles. She gives her nose a good blow and says,
“Mom, my left tonsil is all stuffed up.”
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As I’m getting my darling out of the tub, she lets out a string of pop-rockets and says to my raised eyebrows, “I’m in the bathroom, Mom. I’m allowed to do that in here.” To that wisdom I reply, “Yes, but it is still rude to do that right in front of a person. You need to say excuse me”.
She says, “I didn’t do it from the front, Mom.
Farts come from the back”.
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And finally, as many of you know, we moved my mother into her quaint new condo yesterday. It was an exhausting process, as any move is, but a very rewarding one. We are all so proud of Mom.
On the drive home, my 5 year old asks, “Mom, will Unga be sad now that she is all by herself?”.
(she always asks the tough ones)
I reply, “Well, honey, sometimes people are happier when they live alone. I think Unga will be happier now that she lives closer to us”.
She is quiet for a minute and then says, “You’re right, Mom. Besides, she’s got that beautiful, private balcony where she can read her books”.
I’m not quite sure why that one made me cry.
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*Hugs & thanks to each of you for your
kind words yesterday.*
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