I forgot to mention this . . .

An actual conversation the other day: When we went out to Cafe Latte, I asked Fiona whether she might have a Motrin in her purse. She obligingly dumped the contents of her purse out on the floor (I told her to use a bench, but Fiona being Fiona, she used the floor).

Me (blankly): "Fiona, why do you have a rock in your purse?"

Fiona: "The better question is, why don't you have a rock in yours, Mom? You can still get one, you know."

(When she mentioned this story on Facebook, her English teacher asked if she had a stick to go along with that rock. She replied no, but she did have half a walnut.)

My daughter is occasionally very odd.

While I mentioned the rock in Fiona's purse. . .

I completely forgot to mention another item in there: the plastic cockroach. She assures me it's quite useful. I'm afraid to ask for what.

Yes, my daughter is rather odd.