Thursday, March 26, 2009

Little White Lies

Tonight, as Anna sat “watching TV” in the hotel and drinking her “milkshake,” it occurred to me that one day she’s going to be really pissed off. There will come a time when she discovers the TV can actually be turned on — that you don’t actually have to make up the stories you’re “watching”. And that kefir is not exactly the same thing as a milkshake. I just hope that by then she lives far enough away that I don’t have to directly experience the fallout. Of course, she thinks that will be when she’s 58 (the same age that she can drink coffee, wine, or drive), and I haven’t told her any different!

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