Yesterday, RubySue and Fluffy came to dinner, along with their parents, and my only brother. We were celebrating the fact that he is getting old. Of course, the rest of us are ALSO getting old, but today, we are just going to concentrate on the fact that HE is getting really, really old.
Anyway, I sat at the kids’ table with RubySue and Fluffy, because I find them more amusing then the adults. RubySue began to regale me with a story about a boy in her class who apparently has two heads, but keeps one at home in his closet. Thank goodness! Can you imagine the mass confusion in our public schools should a kindergartner show up to one of our Utah public school with TWO heads?
I can see it now. “This is the head I think with, so I leave it at home in the closet. It’s just better that way.”
At any rate, I was listening with great interest to this story, when Fluffy decided her sister had been hogging the spotlight LONG enough, and it was her turn.
“RubyDue HIT me,” she proclaimed loudly. This is a good way to stop traffic, and Fluffy is a quick learner. I’m proud of her.
RubySue turned to her sister, said, “I did NOT hit you.” She then turned back to me and said, “She lies ALL the time.” And rolled her eyes for effect.
They grow up so fast.