Me: So, I hear you're giving up sleeping with Lily* for Lent.
E: Yeah, I'm six. I mean I like sleeping with her, but I shouldn't NEED to sleep with her.
Me: So what's Daddy giving up?
E: Ketchup. Have you seen how much of it he eats. Its a lot.
Me: That makes sense. How about Harry.
E: Daddy said he should give up pooping in his pants, but I don't think that's going to happen.
Me: Me either. What about me?
E: Hmmm, what do you like the most? Oh, I know, your electric blanket.
Me: No.
E: Ok, spaghetti. You eat way too much of it. You make us eat way too much of it. You should give that up.
Me: D'oh. Ummm, ok, spaghetti, well, we can have it on Sundays, right, that's feast day, that will work, right, I mean, right?
E: Not every Sunday. We need fried chicken every now and then.
Me: Ok. Fair enough. I should give up pasta (gulp).
Me: (Thinking this would be a fun game) What should Aunt Mamie give up?
E: Wine. Hey, maybe that would be good for you too and Miss Carrie, y'all should all give up wine.
Me: No, I'm going to stick to pasta. I mean, there's sacrifice and then there's masochism.
E: Well Mamie should definitely give it up.
Me: I agree.
First off, she pretty much gets this Lent concept. Secondly, what a little totalitarian. So I text Amy who is in the lovely Show Me State this week. Here's the exchange:
Touché Aunt Mamie,
Touché
*Lily is her beloved liger that her dad picked up for her in Vegas a few years back. While she looks remarkably like a white tiger (and came from the Siegfried and Roy display, so...) Bob Bob, the dreadlocked lion we've had for 5 years, is her purported father, so we're going with liger.
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