We went over to my parents’ house a week ago Saturday, to have one last swim before the cold sets in (which may be soon or may be two months from now). Plus, they’re closing the pool so they can go gallivant elsewhere! Last Hoorah!
When I arrived, my Mom was obsessed with “Untold Stories of the ER.” She said she’d been watching it all day. I wanted to go swimming, but I need a cup of coffee because I was tired that day, and the next, and then the boys came down with strep, so yeah, I was fighting off something.
We all sat around and watched “Untold Stories of the ER.” Then we put on swimsuits, went swimming, and enjoyed a glass of wine each and chatted about family and ancient history. Don’t worry Mom, I won’t spread any of your stories for the Internet world to read!
We went on about our business for the rest of the weekend.
So imagine my surprise on Monday.
We’re driving to school and listening to MY FAVORITE: Raffi. In between “If You’re Happy and You know It Clap Your Hands,” and “Baby Beluga,” Darling Daughter blurts out, “MOM—remember this weekend on the TV. That girl had a worm crawling out of her butt!”
I laughed so hard, I almost ran into the car in front of me. She has mentioned this about fifteen times since. Apparently, Untold Stories of the ER made a huge impression on her.
This morning she says, “Why was there a crowbar on the ground, and how did that guy get it into his head?’
I said, “Darling Daughter, do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?”
There are worst aspirations!