This afternoon the hubster picked up the son on the scooter, since the weather was so perfectly beautiful. So when the daughter came out of the school, it was just her and me in the car. We chatted aimlessly, and then she said, “What’s f-” and interrupted herself.
“I’m angry, Mom.”
“What is making you angry?”
“People keep killing Nature…. What’s for dinner?”
“What kind of Dead Nature? It better be FRIED.”