Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Miss Prim

This morning as I loaded the dishwasher, Suzy was working hard rolling out blue play-do with her beloved pink rolling pin. She was chatting with me about the state of my relationship: "You are Daddy's wife. You are just married. You're not his *woman*." She said "woman" like it was a bad word.
"But I am his woman," I answered.
She retorted, "Well! I'm not. I am a *lady*."
Well then.

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