Okay, maybe this West Side Story obsession has gone too far. The following exchange took place while Risa and Vida played some improvised game involving a bowl, one piece of blue string, several small dolls, and a plastic Easter egg (it was yellow, in case that's significant):
Vida: Hey, Risa—I'll get a terrace apartment...
Risa: Better get rid of your accent!
Vida: I think I go back to San Juan...
Risa: I know a boat you can get on!
Vida: Ha-ha!
Risa: Bye-bye!
Vida: I have my own washing machine...
Risa: What will you have though to keep clean?
**silence**
A few minutes later:
Me: (entering the room) Hi you guys.
Them: Hi Mom.
Me: Hey—I'll get a terrace apartment...
Them: (blank stares)
Me: (heavy sigh) Okay, have fun. I'll be downstairs.
Dang! I thought I had at least ten years to go before they mastered the popular "Make-Mom-Feel-Like-a-Dork" technique. Momming rocks, my people. But it's also a daily lesson in humility.
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