What If...

Scene: Sunday night. Mother putting away clean laundry in oldest son's bedroom at bedtime. Son brushing his teeth, then putting on pajamas.

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Son: Mom, what if you were a spy?

Mother: How do you know I'm not?

(Brief silence while son ponders the possibility.)

Son: Well, you're not agile or flexible enough.

Mother (trying not to laugh out loud): How do you know? A good spy hides her special skills.

(Another brief silence while son again ponders the possibility.)

Son: Do a backbend.

(Brief silence while mother remembers a time she could do a backbend.)

Mother: Gotta keep some secrets to myself...Good night, small friend.


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