Linnea has a summer school class that started this week. Because her school is in New York State, the 9:00 AM start time is 8:00 AM here in Minnesota. Monday through Thursday, for six weeks. Linnea is not thrilled, mostly because she has decided, sensibly, that she needs to go to bed a bit earlier. As she shares a room with Caroline, who goes to bed later, we were able to get a full report of a recent conversation.
Linnea: "I got you something."
Caroline: "Oh, really? What did you get me?"
Linnea (exasperated): "I'm talking to Mom."
Caroline: "Oh. What did you get Mom?"
Linnea: "Ummmmmm . . . a flower."
Caroline: "Is it a pretty flower?"
Linnea: "Yesssss . . ."
Caroline: "What color is the flower? Is it purple?"
Linnea: "Ummmmm . . . I don't know?"
Caroline: "You don't know?"
Linnea (now wide awake): "Why are you talking to me?"
Blatherskite.
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