Grace and I are sitting at my parents’ dining room table, eating cheese and crackers. Grace is also, as usual, writing on a notepad.
“Mom, I have a question,” she says.
“What?” I reply hesitantly, expecting the unanswerable.
“What do you do when life gives you lemons?”
Oh, that old one? I think. I say, instead, “Make lemonade.”
“Nope.” Grace rolls her eyes at my obvious answer. “You pucker.”
And, indeed, you do.
2 thoughts on “– Pucker up, baby”
More immortal wisdom from the aptly named Grace. There’s a lot of metaphorical puckering in life–hadn’t quite thought about it in those terms before, but that’s *exactly* what happens.
I never liked the lemons-to-lemonade message. It cancels out real experience. I do like Grace’s take on it. I’m glad you got it too, R.