Lily skipped in the room, gave me a hug and said, "Mom, you're rubbish!"
"What?!" I said in surprise. "That's not very nice!"
"Why?" She asked. "What does 'rubbish' mean?"
"It means garbage!" I replied.
Lily thought a minute, then said, "Well then, you're NICE rubbish!"
All's well that ends well, I guess.
True and funny stories from the lighter side of raising my sons and daughter. As the Southern mama of this crew, I'm usually somewhere between "Bless your hearts!" and "Y'all act like you got some sense!" If we ever need to find our way home, we just follow the trail of red clay and glitter.
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