Friday, May 6, 2011

Out of the mouths of babes

Last Friday Rose spent the day with me. As we were eating lunch, she told me that my face is 'crumbly'. She meant wrinkled. I'll be 70 in a few days; it would be surprising if there weren't a few wrinkles.

And another one from 16 years ago. My three grandchildren and I were on a road trip together. (I took the long way around returning them from central KY to southern NJ - 3,600 miles instead of 700) At one point, 6-year-old Bobby said, "Sara's scooping up all the room." I love his choice of words.

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