We like to sit around the dinner table as a family and talk about our day. We ask for one high, one low and anything in between that anyone wants to talk about. Curly, in particular, loves this part of dinner and likes to go last, I'm guessing in an effort to have her high top all other daily highs.
"My turn!" She crows.
"OK, what was your high?"
"M has a crush on me."
"He does? How do you know?"
"Well, R told me. She said that he said that I'm hot."
"Oh really?" I'm a bit flustered. "You're hot?"
"Mmm hmmm." She smiles "And that was my high."
Here I was thinking she was 7. Apparently, she's 17.
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