Bella's got a little upper respiratory infection, and has been out of school all week (and can't go back tomorrow, despite testing negative for flu and mono, because she had a low-grade fever today). Today we went to the doctor, and got a prescription for antibiotics and sinus meds. We had to go to Walgreen's to get them filled, and this resulted in a good hour of standing around the store waiting. Waiting is not one of Bella's favorite pastimes. Nor mine, for that matter, but I've gotten a little better at it over the years with practice. She was reading every label and every sign in the store, with running commentary. CONSTANT running commentary. The following was the most memorable portion.
Bella: "One Hour Photo."
Me: "What, Hon?"
Bella: "Over there. 'One Hour Photo.' I think you can have your picture made while you wait!"
Me: "Oh, no, Sweetie, that's a photo developing center. People drop off their film there to be developed, then come back in an hour to pick up their pictures."
Bella: (enunciating the first word slowly and deliberately, as if sampling something new and exotic) "Film? What do you mean?"
And then they called our name, and I paid for her medicine and my Geritol, and came home to soak my dentures.