So I’m back from Utah and full of all kinds of delicious stories, as well as a pretty wicked back-of-the-knee sunburn from falling asleep on a BYU lawn. In that last respect, it’s almost as if I’d never left.

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This is me and my smallest cousin. After hours of scootering at the playground she told me a secret:

H: Guess what!

PP: What?

H: My sister says girls are way worse than boys.

PP: Oh, REALLY? At what? (Keeping temper admirably in the presence of 8-y-o)

H: I don’t know. They’re just worse.

Then followed a ten-minute conversation in which I tried to goad her into saying that boys and girls are the same, but I think my attempt to create a budding feminist failed.

At any rate, she beat me and the two neighbor boys on the jungle gym at monkey bars, so in my book she’s better than everyone.

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