Jun 12, 2009

Fatalist


My mother took several of the grandkids out to her cabin in the desert this week, and I guess one night my nephews grew tired of being bossed around and needed to take a break from playing. That's when Leta came up to my mom, her lower lip curled into a huge pout, and said, "Noah won't play with me, and I never get to play, and I'm going to grow up to be an old, lonely woman." My mother called me immediately and said THIS IS DEFINITELY YOUR CHILD.


by dooce in Daily Photo

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