May 06 2008
Conversation with an 8 Year Old
I phoned one of my SisterDears Sunday afternoon. Kevin, one of her twin 8 year old sons, answered the phone. The conversation went exactly like this:
Me: Hi, Kevin, how are you?
Kevin: Who’s this?
Me: It’s Auntie Barb.
Kevin: Oh! Hi, Auntie Barbara! How are you doing?
Me: I’m doing very well, Kevin. Thanks so much for asking!
Kevin: :giggles: Oh, you’re welcome, Auntie.
Me: Kevin, is your Mom home?
Kevin: Well, yes she is, but you know what? She’s taking a nap right now and I hate to disturb her.
Alrighty then.
The very best job I could ever imagine is one that would pay me to think… and the currency would be wine!
