Last night when my daughter came out to kiss me goodnight, she had a serious expression as she asked me, "Mom, are you still sarcastic?"
I looked over her shoulder at J., who looked every bit as puzzled as I was. Don't laugh, or you'll never get this particular tidbit explained, my brain warned me.
"Uh...what?" I finally said lamely...all originality, that's me.
She looked annoyed. "Are.you.still.SARCASTIC!" She said--slowly, loudly and exasperatedly, as to an idiot.
Puzzled look on husbands' face deepens.
A thought occurs to me: I've been ill. "Oh...do you mean 'contagious'?"
Enlightenment dawns on her face. "Yes!" she says.
I tell her, I'm OK now. At this she goes ahead and gives me a kiss
goodnight, and J. and I wait until she's in bed to giggle amongst