Sunday, December 02, 2007

truer words were never (well, seldom) spoken

as Iris jumps off a banquette in the neighborhood Belgian beer/burger joint where we have gone for lunch (quel extravegance!) for the tenth or eleventh time:

"Why is the waitress letting me jump off this?"

"Because she is deferring to our judgment as your parents, and probably finding it lacking."

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