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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