Sunday, May 3, 2009

Don't worry, eat heartily

I went to pick up DS from his playgroup, first time in a long, long time, and first time ever this early. As I was waiting for him to get ready and say his goodbyes, I met one of the teachers' assistants, a fifty something year old Russian woman. She started out conversation with nodding her head in the direction of DS: "Yours?" This reminded me of an old spy movie, so I decided to be true to the genre, looked around so no on could hear us and half-whispered back, "Mine." She didn't dig the genre though and started talking normally. Basically her point was as follows: DS doesn't listen, at all, oy vavoy, but eats well, so I shouldn't worry. I am still cracking up.

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