Secret Language 

My sister and I playing “Grover the Waiter,” a Sesame Street skit from the ’80s. I’m surely going blind in my mother’s gigantic glasses and my sister is likely deciding between her favorite foods, egg yolk and meat gristle. My mom always said we had our own secret language. We still do.

(Post 240 of 365)

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Secret Language 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s