“So, where do we get to go, Mommyo?”

Scan of Cranberries concert ticket, owned by me.

wouldn't that be nice?

The Four-Year-Old, as the cop walks away from the car after giving her mother a ticket for an illegal right turn: “Where do we get to go now, Mommyo?”

Mother: “What do you mean?”

The Four-Year-Old: “What’s the ticket to? Is it to SteveSongs?”


About Shala Howell

Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), my writerly self can be found blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
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2 Responses to “So, where do we get to go, Mommyo?”

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