Zoe is walking out the door to school, turns around and goes back to the kitchen to get a big box of eclairs.
I watch, and maybe perhaps probably raise a pre-dawn judging eye.
Her: What? they're for polysaccharide Thursday.
Me: Polysaccharide Thursday?
Her. Polysaccharide Thursday mom. I bet you don't know what a polysaccharide is.
Me: It's a sugar.
Her: No (sigh) it isn't, I love you.
Me (to the closed door, but not too loudly): Yeah? Well I can name all of Henry the 8th's wives!
And with that she left, taking every single one of the eclairs with her.
I watch, and maybe perhaps probably raise a pre-dawn judging eye.
Her: What? they're for polysaccharide Thursday.
Me: Polysaccharide Thursday?
Her. Polysaccharide Thursday mom. I bet you don't know what a polysaccharide is.
Me: It's a sugar.
Her: No (sigh) it isn't, I love you.
Me (to the closed door, but not too loudly): Yeah? Well I can name all of Henry the 8th's wives!
And with that she left, taking every single one of the eclairs with her.
