Rehab II


Rhiannon and I were driving to Wal-Mart to buy a birthday present for her friend Maria. Maria is obsessed with the High School Musical movies, so we have been tasked with finding a shirt and some HSM make-up. Blech. On the way, Rhiannon strikes up a conversation with me. She has begun to say "so..." when she wants to begin a story or to let me know something. It's about the equivalent of Ronald Reagan beginning every statement with "well...".

"So...dad. Marissa's mom went to Chili's so much that she has to go to rehab."

Dad almost drives off the road. "What?"

"Marissa's mom loves pizza so much that she has to go to rehab! Marissa said so."

"I see. Do you think she'll be in rehab with Amy Winehouse?"

"No, dad. I don't think Amy Winehouse lives around here."

"Where do you think she lives then?"

"Lake Bluff [Illinois], I think."

Rhiannon. Cute, but at times uninformed.

Andrew (Papa)