old (2007), Uncategorized

yesterday, driving with b.

This is my life.

B: Is that Abraham Lincoln? (pointing to the statue in Lincoln Square, at Western and Lawrence)

Me: Yes, it is.

B: Ooh, maybe he lives in our neighborhood.

Me: No, sweetie. He’s dead.

B: (Immediately bursting into tears) But I wanted to talk to him about how he freed the slaves!

Me: Uh, maybe we can get a book from the library?