1 Mother 2 Another

Yesterday I felt a tap upon my shoulder
and turned around to see my daughter Cora standing there, hands
clasped solemnly together.


“What’s up, Li’l Bit?” I asked her.


Cora looked at my gravely. “Mommy, my groove thing is
itchy.”


I’m sorry, what?


I stared at her a moment, then said, “And what exactly is
your groove thing?” Because I? Really wanted to hear the
answer to that question; to my knowledge, we hadn’t been
walking around with episodes of Disco Fever playing in the
background.


Cora huffed impatiently, then leaned in and whispered,
“Mommy, your groove thing is your hiney. I was just trying to
use a more polite term for it.”


And apparently “groove thing” is more acceptable in
mixed company than “hiney”. Who knew?