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.
Monday, April 23, 2012
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