Some Things They Never Forget
Yesterday, I was out and about with Georgia (Remember, she's 19) and Lola:
Lo: Hey, Mom, I didn't turn in that form you signed for our class store.
TR: Why's that?
Lo: Because I changed my mind about what I want to make. Instead of potholders, I'm going to make clay monster heads.
TR: That's fine.
Georgia (suddenly angry): I know what I wish you'd NEVER signed for me!
Georgia: That form in fourth grade science.
Georgia: The one giving me permission to dissect. There were cow brains and frogs and baby pigs...I just hid in the back while everyone else did it. It was sick! I'll never get it out of my head.
TR: And it's all my fault?!
Georgia: You signed it.