January 27, 2007

  • From The Mouths

    Ms. 9 and I were attending a meeting.  Or rather, I was attending the meeting and she was sitting patiently through it.  It was at the school, about the school play.  I'm one of the parent coordinators.

    Afterwards, we walked quickly out into the cold night.

    "Mom," she panted as we trotted through the parking lot, "Was that, like, a typical grown-up meeting?"

    "I guess so honey, yeah, it was pretty typical.  Why?  What made you ask?"

    "I dunno."

    "What did you think of it?"

    "Well -- it looked like you were all spending a lot of time trying not to say how preposterous the other people's ideas were."

    I'm not sure whether she'll go far ... or be thrown out of society altogether.

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