Me: (Whispering softly under my breath as we passed a group of early morning risers holding Scott Brown signs, their fall jackets emblazoned with Romney buttons) Boo! Boooooooo!!
LJ: Mommy, what are you doing?
Me: Those people don’t like Obama. They want someone else to be President, and I don’t like their signs.
LJ: We should break their signs in half and make new ones that say “Obama is nice.”. They can hold those.
Me: (Glancing at her pink cheeks in the reflection in the rearview mirror) Lotte, you’re like a wise sage.
LJ: ACK! Ewwww. Not SAGE!! I like chives!
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Smart, thoughtful, and gorgeous. Sigh what a doll.
Love my mini-liberal.
She is awesome.
I wonder if she associates sage with ghosts
Seriously though, one bite of the Saltimboca at Al Di La and she would change her mind. But then again that’s pork. That might not work for you. I think I could continue riffing randomly here but I will stop.
Haha. Oh, man. The stupid ghost sage. Sigh…