Overheard

The kids are sitting at the counter in my parents’ house in Iowa, just where Adam and I used to perch.

Katherine to Nathaniel: “You’re just like Mommy.”

N: “What do you mean?”

K: “Well, Daddy talks about Mommy changing the subject randomly.  And you just changed the subject randomly.”

N (undaunted, doubling down, also just like Mommy): “What was the subject, anyway?  Besides, who wants to talk about the same old thing for your entire life?”

Five minutes later, as I type this, Nathaniel’s still lecturing the room about how annoying it would be if everyone in the world only talked about one thing forever.

Erin

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