[ragandbone]

My mom and I have those conversatons, but more often, it goes like this:


Late Night Non Sequiturs With Mom

ME: Aww, I never finished the hem on that curtain.
MOM: Do you want me to iron this shirt?
ME: Hey Mom, do you ever look at me and remember me small? Like, sometimes when I look at the boy, I look at his feet, and I think how weird it will be when he is a tall adult, to remember those little feet.
MOM: My brother went to school with a boy from a farm family, near us, who was so smart, brilliant really, and he went on...
ME: Who? Mom, what are you talking about?
MOM: What did you ask me?
ME: I wondered if you ever think of what I was like as a toddler, and find it strange that I am grown.
MOM: Sure, you are still the teeny Elizabeth - I will always think of you that way too.