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| Emil and I went for supper together before I dropped him off on Sunday |
The other day I received one of those joke/forward emails that listed anecdotes about times people have been embarrassed by things they or their kids have said. Which reminded me:
Last summer when I picked Emil up from Camp Easter Seal at Manitou Beach I stopped at this little café on the main street where I always hope to get a slice of their to-die-for pecan pie. They had run out of it and suggested I return the following week, so I replied "Oh, I only come once a year!"
Yeah. We all pretended they weren't thinking "Oh, you poor girl."
