– Pucker up, baby

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

  1. 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.

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