Alethiea is her grandfather’s child:
Her: I want a straw.
Me: You can have one straw.
Her: I want four.
Me: No you can have one.
Her: Ok, how about two?
Me: Ok, you can have two.
Her: I want the pink ones.
Me: Ok.
Month: February 2016
Tonight in my house: I’ve had a bottle of wine, the GOP debate is on, Ms. 2 and I are listening to KUSC and dancing while Mr. 0 watches… and one of us is wearing only a tutu. I won’t say who.