Friday, April 01, 2011
A Strange Life
I was still in bed. Tired to be sure. Dr. Gooch was not yet home from a night shift in the ED. Lucy, who is newly six, came in with a complaint from across the hall. I invited her to climb into the cozy. She lay there for a moment then pronounced:
"I have a strange life, Mom."
Me: "Why is that?"
Lucy: "Well, because I'm the best drawer in my family. And, um, also I am the last kid to wake up in the morning."
Me: "That is strange."
Lucy: "Do you have a strange life too, Mom?"
Me: "I think everyone feels that way."
Lucy: "Tell me about your strange life."
Oh, Lucy, where do I begin.