Speaking Straight, part two

Not quite as sweet as the one where Dean called me his "life", but vaguely reminiscent. It happened like this: Sage and I were happily blowing bubbles, an activity we both enjoy despite the fact that we inevitably end up soaking ourselves and the nearby floor area in bubble solution.

Since I had just created a particularly large bubble, Sage praised me: "Wow, Mommy, you're so good at blowing!"

To which her father instantly and smugly replied: "Yeeesssss..."

Fortunately, for once, our daughter elected not to ask too many questions.



Sage, hearing no evil as she chills out at Powerbooks