Odd Ball

"Mother, am I odd?"

So said Risa and, I have to tell you, the question gave me pause. Because I have often felt that she is, indeed, odd. Or maybe 'quirky' is a better word. Anyways, to buy time I said, "Why do you ask?"

"Someone said I was odd."

"Who?"

"I can't remember."

"Oh. Well, you're not odd; you're just Risa."

But then night before last as I was putting her down for the night, she said, "Can you take a picture of yourself at this number (translation: at this age) and then give it to me?"

"Sure. Why?"

"So that when you die, I can remember you like this."

I got goosebumps. Then I thought isn't that sweet? And...odd?"