“Mom, I don’t want this shirt, the tag is itchy.”

“Uhh, okay,” I said, looking at a recipe and only half paying attention. Franny handed it over. “Hey, this is MY SHIRT.”

“I thought you gave it to me,” she said.

“What? NO. This is my tank top.”

“It was in my drawer,” Franny said. “Anyway, you can have it back because the tag is itchy.”

“Okay. WAIT, NOOO I can have it back because it’s MINE, not because the tag is itchy!”

“Uhh-huh,” Franny said.

“MINE! MINE! NOT ITCHY!”

“Jeez, Mom,” she said, backing out.

Goddommot.

I have a Strudel laying in bed whimpering because her GI said to try wheat again this summer and it is “summer” oh boy. I’m thinking the girls are not ready for wheat yet. The return of wheat played out kind of strangely here. I will tell you about it very soon.  I want to go out and buy wine but it is pouring.