“I wish we had something sweet!” says Emily.
“Have a spoonful of sugar,” says Leslie. She smiles her little smile that means she doesn’t really mean it as she takes a bite of her bowl of raisin bran.
Emily pauses, then starts to giggle with embarrassment. Finally she blurts out, “I did!”
And then Leslie nearly spits her cereal back into her bowl.
“Hey,” Emily says, trying to redeem herself, “it’s better than eating a spoonful of butter. When I was a kid I used to eat margarine out of the tub!”
Meanwhile, I mentally begin writing down everything they’d said as I reach for my laptop.
Once it’s all safely captured, I ask Leslie, “What should I title the blog?”
She picks up her empty bowl and carries it into the kitchen. “You’re a poo head,” she says.
“It’s about you.”
Suddenly Leslie is very interested. “Let me read it!” she squeals. She scurries back into the living room and sits right beside me on the couch.
After she finishes reading, she’s not happy. “That’s only half about me,” she says.