spinach and other personal items
I just drove my 11-year old daughter Libby and her teammate Tristan home from their soccer game in another city. I started this really funny conversation with Tristan in an effort to end my daughter’s rant about how much she hates practicing the piano:
Me: Tristan, do you take piano lessons?
Tristan: Well, I used to. But it cost $100 a month each, for my sister and me. So my parents had to fire the teacher, because we didn’t have enough money for . . . um . . . food. And clothes. We were wearing all hand-me-downs.
Me (trying not to laugh, as Tristan’s mother is a top-ranking administrator at the university I teach at, and her father is a well paid professional): Really!
Tristan: Yeah. My mom spends all her money on . . . spinach. And other personal items. She makes smoothies.
Me: Really? GREEN smoothies?
Me: Did she learn about green smoothies from me? (I don’t know Tristan’s mom well, as I deal only with her dad for carpool, nor have I noticed her in my 12 Steps subscriber list or at a nutrition class. But GSG.com readers turn up in the funniest places.)
Tristan (anger in her voice): Yeah! And now she’s reading MORE books and learning MORE stuff! And she never gives us sugar! Except for, we get root beer on Pizza Night. Which is only like once a YEAR!
Go Tristan’s mom! I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing! Spinach a “personal item,” indeed.