My niece and I spent a few hours together at a cafe today, supposedly doing homework. She regaled me with tales of childhood deviousness, destruction, adventure and schemes--all wrought with potentially dangerous outcomes. I looked at her belly growing with her son, and thought of the curse my mother use to say to all of us when we added to her gray hairs: "May your children do unto you, three times what you've done unto me." And I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Oh, and she wore this awesome shirt today-which got smiles from a couple of people.