Conversations with Angela

Last night I was on the phone with my littlest sister Angela, and I was telling her how much fun we'll have when Frank and I live near my parents' house (well, near being 45 minutes away, but still a lot nearer than Virginia).

"You know when you play house, Angela? And you have to set up all the stuff, and put things away, and make dinner?" I said. "It will be like playing house, but in real life."

Angela thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, and except you don't have to pick who's going to be the mom and who's going to be the dad," she said.

Good point.