save the drama for your mama

this afternoon over lunch norah catherine surprised me with a glimpse of her teenagedom to come.  the children and i made pretzels together, copying someone from nancy wilson's blog, and as we ate i emphatically oohed and aahed over our culinary creation.

then she said, "mama, aren't you being dramatic?"

"do you even know what dramatic means?"

"i do; like when i am always freaking out?"

"actually, yes.  exactly like that."

it is interesting to be completely proud of her verbal complexity and embarrassed by her lack thereof all at once.