It was naptime and the house was quiet. The oldest two just sat at the table finishing their school work… and clearly stalling some.

Abi: “You know,” all reflective-like, “I really thought we’d be coming back to this house at furlough. Like I didn’t think we’d never be coming back.”

Rachael: Emotionless with her mind still on her work, “We’re never coming back to this house.”

Abi: “Yeah… I know now.” Thinks for a few seconds. “And like… our friends are going to be older because we’ll be older.”

Rachael: “Yeah, Lexi (who’s currently in elementary school) will be DRIVING!” She finally engages her mind in the conversation.

Abi: “But what if we forget her name?”

Rachael: Quickly dismissing her sister, “—We’re not going to forget her name!”

Abi: “Yeah…” (attempting to be persuasive), “but what if we forget her name?”

Rachael: (Not buying it.) “We won’t forget her name.”

Abi: “Yeah, I guess we could just be like, ‘Sorry we forgot your name we are on FURLOUGH afterall!”

 

 

Processing isn’t always sad.

Sometimes it’s just hilarious.

 

 

– Apparently everyone should automatically assume we will leave our brains in Africa. 😉