Thanks to the Aunties
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There are just some things that a father shouldn’t teach his daughter, and at times like that, his sisters in law step in.
Do you remember, about twenty years ago, in college (thanks Alli && you’re welcome, Young Raven), when you could open up a Henry’s Ale, put it to your lips, turn it over and burble it down your throat? Alternating with some air, so you didn’t drown, but the whole bottle would wind up in your belly and you’d put the “dead soldier” up on the windowsill to catch flies? Yeah, me either. But I think Miss B has learned this trick too. She didn’t do this before she went to Klamath Falls and visited with her aunts T, K and M.
I put away the groceries, including a fresh can of “whip cream” for the strawberry shortcake and left the kitchen long enough to “shake the morning dew from the water lily” and wash my hands. As I return, wiping my hands on the back of my shirt, I startled a certain ten year old who was placing an empty can of whipping cream into the fridge and wiping a satisfied grin off her face with the back of her hand.
I swear that kid’s going on seventeen.
