I was walking out of the music store last night with my 16 year-old daughter (we'll call her Fudge).
Fudge: So Abba, my guitar teacher told me that one of her other students is Jewish.
Me: Really.
Fudge: Yeah. Apparently he saw you at your last gig at the JCC. He told her that you guys were great, and the guitar player was just incredible, like the best he had ever seen.
Me: No kidding. Wonder which kid he was?
Fudge: So my teacher told him that I was your daughter, and he was instantly impressed. She thinks that you are some kind of guitar genius.
Me: Um...but I played bass on that gig.
Fudge: Uh-huh.
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Now waaaaaaait a second!
Your intro on Rose's Story says you were born in 1966. (ball&chain and I were born in 1967.) And you have a 16 year old, so you reproduced early. Way to dominate in Darwinian terms! We have 4 little Beans. Oldest is 9. You have mentioned a 16 year-old, an 11 year-old, and a psycho toddler. Is that it?
OK, I won't make you read though all of my inane posts in this blog to get the answer.
Here's the official up-to-date psychotoddler list:
dada da da daDA
It's the story, doo doo, of a
wait a minute. Sorry bout that:
Male psychotoddlers:
15, 13, 11
Female psychotoddlers:
16, 8, 3
No Alice or dog.
Yikes! 38 with 6 offspring! Wow! I just fell out of my chair. However, the invitation to feed you all if/when you're in LA stands. (Like the italics in there?)
Around here, I'm considered a slacker. My sister-in-law just had her eighth, and I think she's at least 3 years younger than me.
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