Just before dinner, Lottie came into the kitchen where Trevor and I were talking. "Mommy?" she said. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll help you set the table and then I'll lie down on the couch for a while. Then, and only then, I'll eat dinner. Is that a deal?" Then and only then? Did she turn forty while I was out shopping today?
She's either ready to be a Hollywood agent or she's going to be an attorney like daddy.