I attended the graduation of my friend and “wifey,” Meghan, today. After the two hour ceremony in what happened to be my family’s church (and the diplomas presented by, oddly enough, my mother’s cousin), I was standing outside with Meghan, her family, and her daughter, Emma. Emma, who’s six, was talking about the birthday party for the friend that lives next door that she’s going to tonight:
Emma: Mom, are you coming to the birthday party, too?
Meghan: No, but I’m taking you there and picking you up.
Emma: That’s okay, if I get too messed up I can just walk home.
Like mother, like daughter. Ha! What a card that kid is.
