Finney and I went out to run some errands together on Sunday. On our way to Blockbuster to return our weekend rentals, he asked me if he could hold the DVD cases so he could give one last hug to the boy glory that is the movie Cars.
Surprisingly, he broke his enamored gaze at the race car epic long enough to steal a glance at the second case in his hands that contained the DVD I had rented to reward myself for meeting an especially gruelling deadline.
Which caused him to ask me:
"Mama, did you rent this DVD that's all about girls?"
"Yes, honey."
"Well, why would you want to do that?"
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The writer of that book "The Devil Wears Prada", lives next door to my parents..
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