She’s an imp.
Perhaps you recall her from previous posts?
Like her “Revelation.”
Or perhaps her infamous “Like a pig” remark.
Look again—closely—at the above photo. See the dimple? See the glint?
That’s my girl.
She keeps me young.
She keeps me young by driving me to drink.
I do need coffee to keep up with her, though, and that (as you know) is a well-worn subject. And anyway, it’s Friday and you’re busy making plans for the weekend or are watching The Greatest Marriage Proposal EVER! for the third time or…
Whatever. It’s a quick quick story I want to share and you don’t even have to comment. THAT’S how much I respect your Friday.
I was just settling in to nurse George before his nap and Angela, with the above glint in her eye, said, “Georgie, want to watch PBS Kids?”
George pulled off the breast with an audible “Schlorp!” and said “Huh?”
Just like Angela knew he would.
“Angela,” I sighed. “Go to your room.”
“What did I do?!” She lingered in disbelief at the foot of the stairs. “Was I bad? Was I horrible? Was I wicked?”
Okay, so, the fact that I’m laughing means no, you were not.
How does she do it?