So Krissy came over and brought her daughter. She is a 4th grader and as funny and as smart and precocious as her mother was at that age (and still is, for that matter).
We grown ups did boring grown up stuff while the kids played Wii.
The kids came up for dinner and our relatively subdued conversation became, as it goes with kids, much more loud and animated.
Krissy's daughter is right at that bridge moment between kid and pre-teen. Over dinner she had an adorable kid moment that sounded not at all like a kid moment.
She was talking to our boys and it went like this:
Boys, where is your bedroom?
[eyebrows raised from all of the grown ups]
Because I want to see it.
[eyebrows even higher]
Because I saw it in my dreams.
[A little bit of my wine came up my nose.]
And in my dreams you all attacked me.
[Me, running to the bathroom because, yup, all of my wine was definitely about to come out my nose.]
She, of course, had no idea what she had just said. And probably even six months from now wouldn't have said it. But I sure was glad she did. It was the hardest I have laughed (even if I was pretending to just have to go to the bathroom really, really urgently) in a long time.
