A New Song

Girls go to college to get more knowledge.
Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider.

Oh, that's nice honey. Get your hands washed for dinner.

The youngest is intrigued by the prospect of the oldest going away to college. "I'm not going," she says to me. "I want to stay with you."

Oh, that's nice honey. Get your hands washed for dinner.

I don't want any of them to leave, but that is not how it works, so I will do what I do best: ignore it. I hugged my oldest yesterday. "It's so funny," she said. "We are the same size."

I hate it when that happens.


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