We were sitting at the still-drawn-long dinner table as a meal of leftovers was winding down: the Boy across from me, next to his father; the Girl on my left.
I don't remember the context now; something about music? I shrugged and said, as I often do, Yeah, well, I'm a fogey.
The Boy smiles winningly. It's that three-letter word, Mom.
What three-letter word? asked his sister.
The one that starts with O and ends with D, he said, absolutely Cheshire-cat-like.
ODD!! said the Girl. The Husband laughed.
Odd. Exactly. That's my girl.
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Ha! I think what I actually like best about this post is the still-drawn-long dinner table. Ah, how utterly relate-able.
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