The boys are coming home from school with a neighbor who graciously picks them up on Mondays, when it’s all I can do to leave work just in time to get home to meet them.
B — Look at my mom’s clothes! Do you like them? She has to look beautiful because she is a teacher.
R — You do look beautiful, Mom.
B — You look really beautiful! You look like a dream girl!
We are driving back to Opa and Oma’s house after an afternoon spent at Uncle George and Aunt Reina’s house.
Mom — Aunt Reina sent dinner for you.
R — What do you mean?
Mom — She sent some noodles for you to eat so you can have dinner as soon as we get home.
R — You mean in the mail or in the car?
At the dinner table, while staying with friends.
R, praying — … and thank you that we can have these nice memories tucked away in our minds.
We are visiting my oldest friend, an old college roommate.
Kelli — I knew you when you were little babies.
R — What? How did you know me when I was a baby?
Kelli — I came to see you, and you were tiny little babies.
R — How do you know it was us?