April 7, 2008
Used Book Purchase
Today at the bookstore Mia (6 1/2) saw a book on mummies and wanted it. I looked it over and noticed some rather gruesome full color photographs. “You don’t think this book will be too scary?” I asked. “No,” she said, indignant. “It’s just dust people wrapped in toilet paper.” I bought it for her.
On the way home she started laughing as she looked through her new book. “Wow,” she said, “this one needs some lotion!”
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I love Mia.
All these Scrogginses rock. (Cindy, I opted out of the use–or misuse, it would have likely been–of the apostrophe.)
Thank you, Rick. I’m not sure I could stand a misplaced apostrophe tonight.
For the record, Mia’s last name is Davis. Mia Catherine Davis. That’s a lot better than Scroggins. She is our daughter’s daughter. And she does rock.
The name Scroggins, like the rat, has its charms. It was Daryl Scroggins, matter of fact, who wrote me that it has always reminded him “of a person who only heads to town when it’s time to buy snuff and bullets”. I like that in a name.
The world is a never ending delight of things “one didn’t realize” and Clusterflock a place where, in a moment, one’s head can explode.
You know, when I talk to y’all, we’re kids, or we’re teenagers, or we’re twenty-somethings. Cindy, until this moment, I never would’ve imagined you and Daryl with a granddaughter. You both seem so young, as I’d like to think I am. But in this moment of realization, I realize I could have a grandchild, too. There is that possibility out there in the world.
I will hope for that joy you both so happily share with us on occasion. It is delicious!
I think Mia should be invited into the Flock.
If Mia isn’t a flocker, I don’t know who is.
Rick, what a lovely thing to say. I do feel young in my mind. In my body, not so much. And, truth is, pretty much everyone assumes that Mia is our daughter. We had Flannery when I was 23, and she went nuts and had Mia at 19 (hence the decision that Mia should live with us). So I was a grandmother at 42. It’s one of the ways I’m trying to live up to that grand Scroggins name. Now, if only we could get into a nice trailer….