Prickly Pear

I take my little embroidery kit with me to piano lessons, and while my little darlings practice, I embroider. When Sadie is watching Reba, I listen and embroider. It's our nightly ritual to pile in my bed and watch Reba. The other night I was going to watch Ghost Whisperer, but it looked to be a sad one so I decided not to. I told Sadie it looked too sad and so I was going to give it a miss. She gave me an exasperated look--and mind you, she cries over everything that even hints of sadness on tv or the movies--and said, "Mom! These kind of shows start out happy, get sad and then end happy! It's a pattern. Do the math!" She and Sam pronounce "pattern" like "pat-a-run." I see myself slipping from that perch where I was once the ultimate authority and source of wisdom. Oh, well. It was good while it lasted.