“That really doesn’t hold water, C,” M told me yesterday.
I forget what I’d said to merit such a rebuttal, but we were talking about childbirth theory (no, grandparents, do not get excited), and so I couldn’t resist saying, “It’s about breaking waters, M.”
Today, we had a very similar conversation, with M’s same rebuttal and my same irresistible comeback.
“Oh no, we’re repeating ourselves already,” M moaned.
“I am? I am?” Sorry, I couldn’t help myself–I am just a wee, poor victim of my own wit.
“One thing you need to remember,” M then said, “is that our house is not a seventh grade classroom.”
She is so right.
Thank goodness!
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Second Sister
good stories, C. Its nice to catch up. N is just getting more and more adorable. And she is still quite cream puffy.