Tuesday, August 7, 2007
What's the reverse of "matriarch"?
She enojyed ordering Gramps around and was equally delighted to see his face painted on the wall of the Greek restaurant where we ate. (It was actually Aristotle, as you can see from another Flickr photo, but hey, that's simply a tribute to Gramps' wisdom and erudition.)
The joy of living with Lilah is that you never have to worry about slacking off or falling out of line: she keeps you in it. As evidence, a recent conversation with our friend Dave:
Lilah: Where are your toys?
Dave: Uh, we don't have any now. But [with a new baby arriving soon] we will soon.
Lilah: Next time I come you will have toys.
Dave: Yes, uh, yes, we will.
Lilah: I need you to remember this, okay? Remember.
Now if only she TOOK orders as well as she gave them . . .