“Love feels like bugs crawling on you but you just sit there and wait to get bit instead of squashing it.” Gina giggled and ran off to continue playing. I looked up at my friend Nic and said. “Your 6 year-old needs therapy. ”
Nic – haha I’m not sure how she’s more like you than me.
Me – Whaat ?
Nic – (laughing) In that she makes great nonsensical analogies.
Me – Cute Nic. Pffft. I think it’s brilliant! Is it child labor if she ghost-writes my blog ?
Nic – Do you need therapy? ( slides a mug to me )
Me – Falling feels like a bug bite !
Nic – Ha! For me, the falling is easy it’s the picking up after it is over that’s hard.
Me – Girl you do fall like a boss.
Nic – Drop it like it’s hot.
Me – …or like you are being poisoned by the love bug.
Nic – drink your tea, dutchess of dramatics.
Me – (calling out to the living room) Did you hear that Gina ? Your mommy thinks I’m royalty.
Gina – ( pokes her head around the corner ) Yea, she thinks she’s a princess. I guess that makes me a queen.
I look at Nic & she looks at me … and we laugh quietly ( as to not disrupt the Queen.)