Tuesday, September 20, 2005

In Which One Childhood Scar is Healed. A Little.

"I saw your post the other day, the one about me singing to you in the morning."
"Oh, that. Yes."
"I ruined mornings for you?"
"You sure did!"
"Your brother says it always annoyed him, too."
"It really was freaky, mom."
"Oh, boy. I'm sorry. You poor kids."
"It's OK. Really."
"I don't know what's wrong with me! My roommates in college always hated me in the mornings, too. They were always yelling, 'Would you just shut up!?' I can't help it! I've always been a morning person."
"No worries, I still love you."