Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Broadway Babies

Okay, maybe this West Side Story obsession has gone too far. The following exchange took place while Risa and Vida played some improvised game involving a bowl, one piece of blue string, several small dolls, and a plastic Easter egg (it was yellow, in case that's significant):

Vida: Hey, Risa—I'll get a terrace apartment...

Risa: Better get rid of your accent!

Vida: I think I go back to San Juan...

Risa: I know a boat you can get on!

Vida: Ha-ha!

Risa: Bye-bye!

Vida: I have my own washing machine...

Risa: What will you have though to keep clean?

**silence**

A few minutes later:

Me: (entering the room) Hi you guys.

Them: Hi Mom.

Me: Hey—I'll get a terrace apartment...

Them: (blank stares)

Me: (heavy sigh) Okay, have fun. I'll be downstairs.

Dang! I thought I had at least ten years to go before they mastered the popular "Make-Mom-Feel-Like-a-Dork" technique. Momming rocks, my people. But it's also a daily lesson in humility.

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