Friday, November 14, 2008

Tonight at dinner, we were talking about how the baby may come "early." Norah asked, "What does 'early' mean?" I didn't answer her. I was too disturbed by what her question implied about me. Instead, I asked, "Norah, what does 'late' mean?" To this, she said, "Oh. That's when, like, we're going to a class and we get there after the class is going..." My husband just roared in laughter. I didn't think I had a problem with punctuality... until now.

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