August 16, 2006 @ 6:51 pm | Filed under: Family Adventures, These People Crack Me Up
I look at the clock and frantically holler for Jane, who is ten minutes late for her piano lesson.* Mea culpa, I lost track of time.
"Tell Miss Wendi I’m so sorry," I say. "Tell her your mother has holes in her brain."
Rose pipes up. "Ooh, can we fill them with candy?"
*(Turns out the problem is just that I can’t tell time. It WASN’T 3:10, as I’d thought in my hasty and panicked glance. It was 2:15. What is it with me and clocks these days?)
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