Edgy Mama

My girl read about Chinese astrology at school the other day.

“Did you know I’m a tiger, Mom?” she said.

“I did. That’s an appropriate animal for you,” I replied.

My boy asked which “animal” he’s represented by in the Chinese zodiac.

“You’re the year of the snake,” I said, because for some reason I retain arcane knowledge like this about stuff that has no true meaning for my daily existence.

“What are you and Dad?” he asked.

“I’m a dragon, and I think your Dad’s a sheep,” I said.

There was a silence, then the boy said: “So you, me and sister could eat Daddy.”

I’m sure the poor guy feels like he’s being gnawed on sometimes.