Lyla toddled over with a photo album containing relics from Julie's late-90s high school experience. I used the opportunity to teach her some new words.
"Lyla, can you say khaki pants?"
"Kabalaba."
"That's right! Can you say denim shirt?"
"Dah."
"Can you say feathered hair?"
"Fababa."
"Ooh Lyla, can you say Mama's ex-boyfriend?"
"No no!"
Okay, she didn't really say that.
"Can you say sandals with socks?"
"Sah."
"Can you say 'Mama's at the track meet cheering on her man'?"
At this point Julie began threatening me with bodily harm.
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