Aubrey is at school, so Emma and I have celebrated by going to Schick-pill-a (Chick-Fil-a if you don’t speak Emma) and had ourselves a grand old time. I thought she might need a little distraction from missing her sister, best friend and constant companion. They’ve never really been away from each other for more than a few hours and I was braced for an emotional day for Emma.
By chance, we happened to meet a little boy who will be in Emma’s class this year. I introduced her and she looked at me with a mouth full of nuggets and said, “I don’t want any boys in my class.” Hm, well- too bad.
We were washing our hands, and my distraction seemed to be working quite well because she hadn’t even mentioned Aubrey.
Me: Emma, where is Sissy?
Emma: At ‘coool.
Me: Do you miss he-