Reflections of Nothing

I AM: markira, a divorced-and-still-single, slightly psychotic mom of two. My posts aren't earth-shattering, just stuff from my life. Y'know, Reflections. Of Nothing (in particular). RECURRING CAST OF CHARACTERS: Mark (23) and Kira (18), my kids. Secret (12), my neurotic black cat, who spent her first TEN YEARS at the shelter. POPULAR TOPICS: Weird ways I injure my accident-prone self; mental illness; various awareness issues; funny things; things that pissed me off; other randomness.

Friday, September 22, 2006

My Daughter the Social Secretary

My six-year-old was on the phone this afternoon with her Gram (my mom), and brought the discussion around to dinner engagements.

"Gram, I was telling Mumma the other day that you and Gramp hadn't been over for dinner in a really long time. So I was wondering when you're available, so we could maybe have you over, if we clean the house. It's a mess right now."

It's grown-up comments like this ('wondering when you're available') coming out of my little girl that just cracks me right up. (not to mention her astute observations about the presentability of my house for company.) mk

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