Yesterday I was talking to Mom on the phone. I asked how her almost 2-month baby grandson (my nephew) was faring, since she lives in the apartment above my brother and sister-in-law. She plunged into a detailed description (my Mom is famous for) of how cute and smart he is.
-I keep talking to him and he looks like he's actually paying attention and follows me around with his eyes.
-Wow, that's great.
-He looks like he recognizes me, maybe it's because I keep talking and talking to him.
-Awwww, that's adorable.
-I know it sounds funny, Athena, but I actually think he's trying to babble something back to me.
-Gee Mom, do you think he's struggling to form the words "please stop Grandma?"
-No smartypants.
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Debriefing
- Flubberwinkle
- Athens, Greece
- Half of the day they call me "Athena" where I get paid to dabble with computers. The other half of the day I'm called "Mom", but I also have an online secret identity. I am bilingual, so what might look like Greek to you, probably is. I blog because it's cheaper than therapy and I like to make people laugh.
