At dinner tonight [which I cooked despite the fact that I have evidently broken (oh, okay, badly sprained and bruised) a toe by tripping over Iris's rollerblades], I reminded the children, "It's your last chance to do something nice for your old Mommy before her birthday!"
Iris said, "Ahh, you'll have plenty more birthdays. I can do something then."
Later in the conversation, I asked Lola if when I am very old, I can come live with her. After thinking about it, she said, "No! You can only live with me when you are dead!"
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I asked Lola if when I am very old, I can come live with her. After thinking about it, she said, "No! You can only live with me when you are dead!"
There has to be a proverb in that story somewhere...
"Blessed is the mother whose children delight in her hauntings from the hereafter."
Wouldn't that look simply wonderful in counted cross stitch?
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2amsomewhere
I'm sure you and I can both think of someone who we fear trying to "move in" after they are dead! Oh what a nightmare!
Hey, she asked for it!
Happy Birfday, Drunken Housewife. May the prediction that Iris made be true - may you have many more.
xox!
djmermaid
Ha. We reap what we sow, I suppose. Having raised rational, intelligent children, you get rational, intelligent responses.
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