Our Mum, who we all think is unbelievably cute, often says things like:
~ “I don’t want to repeat myself, but…” Then she goes on to, um, repeat herself. For the (n+1)th time.
~ “Blah blah blah… And that’s the first thing. The second thing is… Blah blah blah… Blah blah blah… And that’s the first thing. The second thing is…” And it goes on. Oftentimes I’d try to count how many first-things-doubled-up-as-second-things there are, but I’d always lose tracks of it all after the forth second-first thing. Oh wait, or is it the forth first-second thing? Ugh.
And she tries to be strong, and tells us certain things, and does not tell us certain things, so we don’t get worried about her & Dad. But we all know deep down that she’s the most emotional softie ever. And I’m not sniffling while writing this because I’ve got her genes and I’m strong just like her. See?!!