Harper: Does Ella have a sister?
Meredith: No. But she has a brother. A mean brother.
Me: She does? How old is her brother?
Meredith: He’s 68. Namasté.
(It’s Cultural Awareness Week at Meredith’s school. She’s particularly fond of India.)
((I love the thought of Ella, who is five, having a 68-year-old brother who is still sponging off of their parents. In my mind, he looks a bit like David Crosby. And he spends a lot of time sitting around in his underpants. Eating applesauce straight from the jar.)) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
If I end up looking like David Crosby and eating nothing but crushed apples when I’m 68, I assure you that I, too, will be crotchety and mean.
You have GOT to love the conversations with the young ones… mine has bombarded me with ploys to get me too buy him Pizza Hut & save it in the freezer so he can grab a piece if he gets hungry before bedime. And he’s TWO.
I think he walks Ella to school, too. I saw him there with his cane.
No wonder he is mean. His life took a wrong turn somewhere.