Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I Hear Ya, Sistah

Tonight at the dinner table, Gabrielle put down her fork, pushed away her empty plate, and sighed. She closed her eyes briefly before looking at me thoughtfully.

"I just weally ... weally like gravy," she said.
I'd say, "Who doesn't?" except that Hannah eschews it. Silly, silly girl!

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