Last night was my monthly book club gathering, and it was just in time! Just in time to remind me that, yes, I am still capable of holding my own in an intelligent conversation with bright, accomplished, insightful women. As it turns out, none of the fabulous ladies in my book club have little kids anymore. So, being the only one who is currently immersed in Candyland, Curious George, time-outs, peanut-butter-and-jelly, Dr. Seuss, and general little-boy chaos on a daily basis, I sometimes worry that, in our monthly get-togethers, I will suddenly start rhyming my words, or say something infantile like, "Excuse me, where's your potty? I have to go pee-pee."
Our book last month was "The Nine: Inside the Secret Lives of Supreme Court Justices", and it was fascinating and terrifying and inspiring, and we all agreed that we felt smarter after reading it. And, I am happy to report, I participated in a stimulating discussion about politics and justice and special interest groups and human rights, and I didn't rhyme my words even once!
And now, it's back to my normal life. But, first, I have to go pee-pee. Cheers!
This is funny, I feel like this any time I'm out with other adults. It always takes me a few minutes to adjust from the daily banter of toddlers to adult conversation.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you had fun at the book club and your mini-review of the book has me wanting to read it. I run a book club for our PTA, maybe I will put it on our list.