I arrived home late last night, after an on campus event, to find a folded note on my pillow. "To mom" it said, from my daughter.
Inside I found a lovely drawing of two fish swimming toward two hooks which were dangling temptingly in front of them. I was in raptures.
My husband's translation: "Mommy sleeps with the fishes."
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