So we’re sitting in the family room in our usual spots–me, on the recliner, half-reading the paper and half-watching TV; big daddy on the couch; and one of the kids (this time middle son J) sprawled across the love seat. An ad comes on (these old guys are standing in the middle of a sea of cranberries in wading boots) and J makes a comment like “Wow, doesn’t that look like fun?” and I of course said “No.”
“What, are you serious?”, J says incredulously. “It would be so fun to jump in that and feel them pop under your feet.” and I just naturally retorted that it would be cold, wet and sloppy.
Big daddy looked over at J and shrugged. “She’s a girl,” he said, as if that explained everything, because he thought it looked like fun, too.
Yep. I’m a girl. And guess what? I’m SANE!
