Thursday, July 3, 2008

The wisdom of 8-year-old girls

All week, I've been getting ready for my close-up. This mostly involved getting highlights and my eyebrows waxed into a permanent surprise. Today, while getting a manicure (my nails have to be in shape for turning pages at my upcoming reading), I sat next to a mother and daughter visiting from Chicago. The mother, who looked a little like The Real Housewives of New York's Ramona, asked for directions to Georgetown. And here's how the rest of conversation went down.

Eight-year-old daughter: What's there to do in Georgetown?

Mother: Shopping.

EYOD: All I know about Georgetown is the school and the battlefield.

Me: Do you like Juicy?

EYOD: (taking off her Juicy flip flop) OH MY GOD.

Me: While you're there, be sure to go to Barnes & Noble and buy my book. (Why not, right?)

EYOD: You wrote a whole book?

Me: I did.

EYOD: Now I know 3 famous people. Sanjaya. Jordan Sparks. And you.

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