Why are you talking like that, the first-grader asked me.
I was playing with Fame in the backyard and she was playing on our swings. Granted, I was talking kind of silly to keep Fame entertained, but I am fairly certain she meant the slurring and general fuzziness of my speech.
I decided to play dumb. I was in my own backyard; I can talk however I damn well please, girlie
How am I talking, I replied. Giving lip to someone more than 35 years younger -- nice, huh?
But she didn't hear and didn't ask again. Alternately, the slightly older neighbor might have hushed her up.
It is a good question, though, one I plan to ask certain higher beings when I die.
P.S.: You might think I dislike this precocious pre-pre-teen. Normally, you'd be right, but not here. I am not getting nicer. It's just that the day before this girl was marching through the yard with a light saber, singing/humming "The Imperial March."
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