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
Alan Schmierer