One of the best things about having a 15 year old daughter is the way she keeps my ego in check. She’s very much like her autistic brother in the honesty department and between the two of them, I find myself mostly talking to the dog because at least she wags her tail in my direction.
Here are some recent conversations with my daughter:
“Mom, are you wearing eyeshadow?”
“Because your eyelids are purple.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Pork and rice.””
“Oh. Is it good rice or is it your rice?”
“Mom, your car smells like the elephant house at the zoo.”
So, there you have it. I’m tired, I’m a lousy cook and my car needs to be cleaned. I won’t even tell you what she thinks of my new shoes.