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Like Mother, Like Daughter

I was getting the girls’ snacks together before school today, and I told each of them that they could choose a small candy from their trick-or-treating stash to throw in along with what I’d already packed. Saoirse took so long to go through what she had that I just moved around her, waiting for her to come up for air. But she didn’t come up for air. I turned around to find her with her head in her bucket. As I watched, she lifted her face up and inhaled a deep breath through her nose. I wish you could have seen the smile on her face. “I love the smell of Halloween!” she said. I turned around so she couldn’t the piece I’d just unwrapped and shoved into my mouth. It’s too bad, because I was going to say that I absolutely couldn’t agree with her more.   &nbsp…

You Know I Cropped My Beer Glass Out of That Picture

We were at our local brew pub, grabbing a quick dinner because four of us were sick with colds and one of us couldn’t face the idea of the kitchen, and even though I’d just looked over our budget and we’d just had a we-really-need-to-stop-eating-out-so-often talk, there we were, around the corner from our house, smiling at the server who knows us all too well.  Quinlan was drawing what looked like a dance party out of a fairy tale (she doesn’t like fairy tales, so I’ve no idea where she got that idea)–couples dancing below a disco ball, ladies in ball gowns, smiling faces. She looked up at us. She wanted an idea of what to draw in the room below the one where the partygoers were having such a good time. “Where do people like to go if they need a break from dancing?” she asked. We all made a collective “Um…” sound. A bathroom? An outdoor garden? “Food,” Saoirse suggested. Quinlan looked at us a moment longer.  “I know! A…

Wednesday Addams Eat Your Heart Out

We were in the car on the way home from school, talking about recess. “Mom!” Saoirse said. “I saw Quinlan on the playground. She was trying to build a nest.” From the rearview mirror, I saw Quinlan turn to her sister.  “No,” she replied. Her voice was even. “I was trying to build a fire.” Catholic school might be tough on this one…