From two aisles away Mary spotted something she liked. She reached in and found the shiniest most turquoise thing on the rack. There were sparkly things all over the front, a tutu around the middle and enormous poofs where sleeves might have been. She held it up for me to see, "Mom!".
"We don't wear clothes that scream dear".
"Who is WE?"
It happened so fast; in that instant I became my grandmother, completely skipping a generation. We did not buy the sparkly turquoise screaming tutu poof, no WE did not.
"We don't wear clothes that scream dear".
"Who is WE?"
It happened so fast; in that instant I became my grandmother, completely skipping a generation. We did not buy the sparkly turquoise screaming tutu poof, no WE did not.
2 comments:
"We don't wear things that scream"...I'm committing that to memory! :)
Mandy, I've heard it all my life! I didn't even realize what I was saying, and now, eek, it makes sense to me.
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