what are you doing, mommy, asked libby, this morning when she appeared in the doorway of my writing room, looking especially waiflike in the wet gray light.
today is a big day in libby-land... the last review day before exams. libby is convinced she could fail, though it boggles my mind that anyone so disciplined, so thorough and so detail-oriented - not to mention an A student - could possibly worry about failing.
im thinking about my blog, i replied, and trying to decide what to write about. shall i write about you?
oh yes, she answered. then she bent over and farted. you don't have to write about that, she giggled. we'll just keep that between us... and the dogs.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.