Tuesday Jul 01, 2003
Babes and Wisdom
I was walking my two Yorkies this evening when I met a neighbor. She has a 7-year old daughter who was home with her grandmother. Grandma had cataract surgery and was recuperating.
“How’s your mother doing?” I asked.
“Oh, there was a bit of bleeding, but she’ll be okay soon,” said the neighbor.
“How’s your daughter doing? Is she helping out?”
She laughed. “Is she ever. My mother told her that she didn’t want her to be her slave all day long.”
My dogs yelped, wanting to continue their promenade.
“I’m not your slave,” she told my mother. “I’m your nurse.”
“Brilliant!” I said.