It's happy hour... which means I've fixed Lauren's supper and she is sitting here at the bar eating while I commence preparing my evening cocktail...a lovely martini... Here's the conversation:
L: (singing) I love you a bull and a pet...
M: What are you singing...ohhhh..."I love you a bushel and a peck..."
L: Yeah!! Nonni taught me that song.
M: That's right, she sure did. (and I sing the song to her)
L: Mom? What's a bushel and a peck?
M: (silence..lots of blinking... nervous giggling...) it means...like...a whole lot...Nonni loves you a LOT! (hoping she'll move on...and she does)
L: Mom (as she watches me getting items ready for my martini) what's that?
M: It's a martini.
L: What are you putting in there?
M: Vodka. Vermouth. Ice.
L: That's a drink like Josh.
M: It's a drink Josh likes, yes...
L: Does Mike drink martinis?
M: No. He doesn't.
L: What does Mike drink?
M: (thinking...this is all I need is for her to go to school saying Uncle Mike drinks vodka and orange juice so I say...) I don't know
L: He drinks beer. Mike drinks beer.
M: That's right. He does drink beer at the beach, you're right...
L: What does Nonni drink?
M: Nonni drinks wine.
L: You like wine doncha Mama?
M: (snickering) Yes, Lauren, I do like wine...
L: Who else drinks martinis?
M: I don't know, who?
L: Josh. Josh drinks martinis. I drink milk.
M: That's right.
L: Poppo. Poppo drinks martinis...
M: Well, he USED to drink martinis...
L: What does Papa drink?
M: Papa? COKE. Just COKE.
I'm so going to hell...or at least getting an interesting note from her teacher at school when she explains that a martini is vodka, vermouth and ice.
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You're raising her RIGHT!!!!
That child is too cool for skool!
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