Mom was telling me what books were recommended by language school:
…and 501 Spanish Verbs…
Oh, I have that book.
Give it to me!
No! But you can borrow it until I give up and buy another one at McKay’s.
Sounds like a plan.
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The kids and I were riding in the car and the song Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox If I Die came on. It has the line, “Lord, I wanna go to heaven, but I don’t want to go tonight.”
Wesley: Why does he want to go to heaven?
Me: I don’t know. Doesn’t everyone want to go to their own version of heaven?
Wesley: I don’t. I mean, I’d like to look around, but I don’t want to stay there.
Me: I understand. I was like that when I was little.
Gracie: And I don’t want you to go!
Me: Well, there really aren’t any guarantees at this point.
Gracie: If you get there first, will you wait for us at the gate?
Wesley: Yeah, wait for us at the gate!
Me: I will, babes. I’ll wait for you.
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Mom and Dad came out to watch the kids’ soccer games. Gracie, always on the lookout for gore, noticed that Dad had a bandaid on his hand.
Gracie: Grandaddy, what happened to your hand?
Dad: Well, I was digging in the garden and I found a dinosaur skeleton and, when I touched it, it was still alive and it bit me!
Gracie: For real? For real, Mom?
Me: No, honey. Grandaddy hasn’t seen a live dinosaur since he was a little boy.
Dad: *making a mental note to take me out of the will*
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