Month: February 2016

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.

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.