Once classes start again I'll have real things to write about. My summer statistics course just didn't give me much inspiration. Luckily, I have relatives. My cousin Madison was overjoyed when my sisters (18 and 20 years old) stayed in her sister's room while visiting. The second day of the trip, my parents and sisters went to move Emily into college. Meanwhile, Madison's father arrived home from an international business trip. His very excited kindergartner ran up to him, and this is the conversation that followed, as later related to my parents and me:
Madison: Dad! Come upstairs! You HAVE to see something!
Father: Ok... Follows to bedroom door where Madison looks at him expectantly
Madison: SMELL!
Father: What is it?
Madison: A TEENAGER was here! And look! She points to my sister's overnight bag. Look at all her make-up! Teenagers have a lot of stuff!
Father:.........
Father: What do teenagers smell like exactly?
Madison: Sunshine and Barbies.
