Kids say the darndest, cutest things.
Teenagers? Not so much.
When Catherine was little, helping make the bed meant pulling up “the comfortable”; the time between midnight and 6 am was “the side of night”; she wondered, while helping fold laundry, if my bras were meant for chasing butterflies.
These days, some of what comes out of her mouth is not nearly as endearing.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
See, as much as she is like her Dad in many (often maddening) ways, she embodies a lot of my traits, too — including my well-practiced way around a smart remark.
Here’s what happened last night:
As she made her way to the laundry room, finally ready to wash a load now that clean underwear was getting scarce, I noticed she had some lights mixed in with the darks.
“You don’t want do to that,” I said. “Everything will turn gray.”
“You mean like your hair?” she replied.