“I have exams Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.”
“You lucky thing.”
“Lucky? I’m just going to die.”
“Even luckier. Then you won’t have to take the exams.”
My mum says that when we were little, she couldn’t take a bath by herself because we would cry for her outside the door. I imagine that is the case for most moms. That is also currently the case for Sin, because if I dare take my morning shower without her or her permission, I hear her crying and pattering back and forth, and when I open the bathroom door, I see this:
Pitter-patter go her little feet.
“I had no bread, and I was too lazy to make oat bran or fry eggs, so I made butterscotch bars instead.”
“Butterscotch bars. You melt brown sugar and butter together, then add eggs and flour and chuck it in the oven. It comes out like hard candy. So basically I had a whole bunch of brown sugar for breakfast.”
“. . . It seems that would actually take more time and work to make than to fry an egg.”
“Yes, but the end result is so much better!”
“It’s lovely outside.”
“But you know the bad part about it getting warmer? The DOMs.”
“DOMs. Dirty Old Men.”
“Ohh. . .”
“They’re like flies! In winter they’re quiet and you don’t see them, then in summer they’re out and bug you, and nggh!”
“I love lilies-of-the-valley.”
“Hm. They’re poisonous, you know.”
“I like smelling them, I don’t plan on eating them.”
“It was in my poison book. They have it listed there, with all the information and everything.”
“Hm, I don’t know about you, L. . .”
I’ve always wanted an indoor citrus tree. This past weekend, I got one. Sweeeeeet.
I have a tree!