As for me, I know of nothing else but miracles. - Walt Whitman

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Will Someone Please Explain?

Adrian and Malia were sitting at the table, having a conversation in low, shaky, unnatural voices. I listened in:

A: "I'm old.

M: "So am I."

A: "I'm 6000 years old."

M: "So am I. We're twins."

A: "Do you know your name?"

M: "Yes. I'm Martha. What's our last name?"

A: "I can't remember."

M: "Neither can I."

A: "I have to go to the bathroom." (Gets up and starts hobbling slowly toward the bathroom.)

M: "Me, too." (Does the same.) "I'm surprised you can still walk."

A: "Me, too.

When they finished, they shuffled slowly back to the table.

M: "I'm slower than you."

A: "Well, I used to be a star, you know."

M: "A rock star?"

A: "No, a track star."

M: "Well, I used to be a rock star." (Starts singing, "I sing a noun in a 4-time, baby......" - all in her low, slow, shaky voice.)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE CHILDREN????? And please don't say something like, "Well, just look at the mother they have....." Everyone knows that I was a proper and well-balanced child..... Right, Mom? :-)


  1. Bahahahaha!!!!! Oh! The stories I could tell!! They get it quite honestly, believe me! Right, Larisa? (They probably were hobbling around like Grammy!)

  2. Proper and well-balanced, eh?? And obviously suffering from memory loss as well, right? ;-)

  3. No, you guys are the ones suffering from memory loss. Obviously.

  4. Uh-uh! No way! Two against one here, right Larisa?

  5. HAHAHA! You crack me up (and so do your kids!)!! :)