pre-teen cleaning her room last night….
horrified, she calls to me to come quickly…..
her: (pointing to the antique bookcase in her room)
“what is that???? is that MOLD under my lamp?!!?”
me: (eyeing the bookcase that I’d had my entire life, and noting the many shades of green it now sports)
“I think that’s the wrong question.”
her: (flustered) “what’s the right question??!”
me: “when did you last clean the bookcase?”
scowling, she dismisses me from the room.
twenty minutes later…..
her: “I have a problem….”
me: “uh huh?”
her: “I think I accidentally sprayed my pizza with Febreeze.”
me: “you Febreezed your dinner??”
her: “I can’t tell. Will you check?”
she brings the pizza, which I promptly smell….
me, shaking my head: “it’s a pretty floral blend, mixed with an ocean breeze. Huh.”
I hand it back to her. Noting her distress, I begin laughing….
me: “really, febreezing one’s pizza is pretty priceless.”
and with that, we ordered Dominos.