Vignette 20

This morning Elsie, reviewing AC's folderful of homework, sighed, "AC being back to school is basically me back to school."

AC is in kindergarten.

Oh, wow, i couldn't help but observe AC colored inside the lines. Consistently. (I wonder if with coercion.) Unlike me (who was criticized - one of my first memories of being misunderstood [and slighted for being myself]).

I told Elsie:

I see stuff like this and i hope there is no reincarnation.
I hope death is the end.