Thursday, July 13, 2006

Alright, then.

Yesterday, one of my kids asked how old I was.

"I'm 23," I said.

"23! Really?!" she asked, aghast.

"Yep."

She proceeded to march through a barrage of questions designed to determine my status:

"Are you married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?"
"No."
"Best friend?"
"Well, yes."
"Oh, alright then."

I'm not sure if the best friend question follows logically or not, but my answer seemed to finally satisfy her, assuring her that I was not alone in the world.

Usually, I'm pretty sure and satisfied with my being-loved status. But somehow, this boy-crazy 15 year old made me momentarily re-evaluate.

Don't worry, the moment passed quickly, the evaluation favorable.

1 comment:

Marie said...

Dana, Ben and I both love you! We miss you...