Yesterday at the breakfast table, Toots looked up from her Cheerios with a sudden urge to tell me:
Mom! You DO NOT want to get into a fight with Abraham Lincoln!
To which I non-thinkingly replied:
Why? Because he’s dead?
Prompting her to roll her eyes and say:
No! Because if you disagree with him, he will talk for two days while you are stuck in the house!
I figured I’d have to have the birds and the bees talk FIRST, but apparently now I have to bone up on filibusters.