Monday, April 23, 2012

April 23, 2012

Bedtime.  I am tucking Imogen in to bed.  We've had a story (Skippyjon Jones, for the millionth time) and a kiss.

Imogen:  Mom, I don't want you to feel nervous.

Me:  Why's that, Imo?

Imogen:  Well, Scooby-Doo is not real; it's just fiction.

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