A Conversation

… that took place about five minutes ago.

Me: Who left the milk out, Bridget?
Bridget: It wasn’t me; it was my alter ego.
Henry: Who’s your alter ego? Cosette?
Me: No, it’s Elizabeth Bennet.
Bridget: Yeah, but Elizabeth probably wouldn’t leave the milk out.
Me: Lydia would.

Posted on March 8, 2013 by . This entry was posted in A Record of a Life and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

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  • Jessica
    March 8, 2013 - 1:11 pm | Permalink

    Too funny!

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