I’ve been giving Isabella (she’s 9) a hard time lately (if you’ve followed the blog). But, sometimes she is spot on right.
On the way to gymnastics:
Iz: Who are we listening to?
Me: The Beatles. Sgt. Pepper. One of the greatest songs ever.
Iz: Yes. I love this song!… Mommy is a musician. Right?
Me: Yes. Mommy is a fine Musician.
(Then, the words that cut…)
Iz: You used to be one of those, too. Right? A musician?
Me: Once upon….
As I arrive at her designated drop off. I swear, there’s something in my eye.