Mirror, Mirror

I hand the bag of rainbow-colored Goldfish to Ian. He smiles, says ‘thank you’, and dumps the crackers into a pile. He looks at the fish, frowns, puts his chin in his hands, and says, ‘Let’s see…’

Ian, do you want PB&J or grillled-cheese? He tilts his head, looks into the distance. ‘Ummmm….’

Today, we see a pickup truck make a right turn from the left lane. Horn blaring, he cuts across a Honda and swerves to avoid a hatchback. ‘Maybe it’s an emergency,’ says my mother-in-law. Following the truck’s progress from the rear window, I say, ‘Maybe he’s a schmuck.’

Ian turns toward me, eyes wide, and says, ‘Smuck!’

Whoops.