Sallie: "Mom, what do you call that thing that big girls keep their secrets in?"
Mom: "You mean a diary?"
Sallie: "Yep, I'm making one. How do you spell 'Dear Diary, Today I went to the circus?'"
Mom: "Aww, but you didn't go to the circus today."
Sallie: "I know. I'm just making it up."
Mom: "Oh, a diary with made-up secrets. That's cute, Sal."
2 comments:
The ramifications of this are mind boggling.
My mother to my sister (60+ at the time):"One thing you can say for me. I always respected your privacy, never read your diary."
Response: "Well, at least you could've shown a little interest."
If you're a Mom who "shows interest," how're you going to distinguish truth from fiction!
Good question! And definitely something I hadn't considered (I sure hope she didn't kiss anyone at the circus!)
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