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One of the great joys of motherhood is making my son roll his eyes at me.
Today we were discussing how old we would both be during the next big eclipse. I said he’d have to lead me outside with my walker, and I’d regale my grandkids with stories of how when I was a girl, we sacrificed people to the volcano to bring the sun back during an eclipse!
Which then evolved into my decision to convince my eventual grandchildren that I’m 4,000 years old and dated Billy Shakespeare for three months. (“Your grandpa wasn’t fond of Billy, called him a silver tongued devil!” Because if I’m 4,000 years old, so is Mr Seldnei.)
Tags:the joys of mothering a zweeble, seldnei amuses herself, seldnei's life
Today we were discussing how old we would both be during the next big eclipse. I said he’d have to lead me outside with my walker, and I’d regale my grandkids with stories of how when I was a girl, we sacrificed people to the volcano to bring the sun back during an eclipse!
Which then evolved into my decision to convince my eventual grandchildren that I’m 4,000 years old and dated Billy Shakespeare for three months. (“Your grandpa wasn’t fond of Billy, called him a silver tongued devil!” Because if I’m 4,000 years old, so is Mr Seldnei.)
Tags:the joys of mothering a zweeble, seldnei amuses herself, seldnei's life
