I was talking to my mother on the phone. Next to me, Sophie took a deep breath and let out an extended sigh, “Ahhhhhhhhh.”
“That baby is always sighing,” I told my mom, “she’s got ennui.”
“What?” My mother always says “what” before actually processing what someone says.
“She’s bored with life.”
“She’s immitating YOU. You just sighed. YOU sigh a lot.”
And sure enough, when I started to pay attention, I realized the sigh started with me.
From sighs, we moved onto sneezes. And coughs. And burps. And any other sound that happened to come out of me.
“It’s time for you to stop swearing,” Kevin suggested.
“I'm working on it. I say ‘f-ing’ now, and m-f-er.”
Kevin just looked at me.
“Okay, okay, I’ll try.” I made a raspberry at Sophie. And she spit back at me.
With great power, comes great responsibility.
