This doesn't have anything directly to do with writing (everything is indirectly to do with writing). My son turned 18 today (don't let anyone tell you time doesn't fly - it does). Yesterday he pretended that he'd got an electric shock from the t.v. Yes, as usual I'd set myself up for it by telling him to be careful. I can't claim to be much of a traditional mother, but there are some things I do that are normal mother things, and one of them is saying, "Be careful, be careful be careful!" Anyway, I clutched my recently attacked heart and he realized that maybe he shouldn't have tried the amusing gag after all. As he hugged me - he's about a foot taller than I - we happened to be close to a mirror. I said, "I look like an old hag." And my son, who inherits a way with words from both his parents, said, "Oh Mom, you just look like a twelve year old who needs more sleep."
How sweet (I think).
Josephine's Dream Reading
Trying to look like Josephine Baker - and failing miserably!
Niagara Falls
Conquering the Beast
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That is so sweet!
ReplyDeleteCompare to my son (also just turned 18 last month) who, when squeeezing in behind the steering wheel because I forgot to put the seat back when I got out of the car) says, "grow some legs, mother!"