BUT I DID IT ANYWAY

Last night for dinner I had Chinese take-in with L. We've been friends since the fifth grade, and in that time we've shared many meals together, although I'm reluctant to call some of the things we ate, like microwaved cheese on white bread, "meals". Prepubescent snacks is more like it. What I'm saying is: we go way back.

L is a woman who as a preteen kicked me out of her house for squeezing a tomato inappropriately. Years later, as a full-fledged teen, she would throw a glass salt shaker full force at my chin, in public, at a diner. I'm sure I deserved it only a little bit.

So the point of all of this is that last night she and I split a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, tofu with black bean sauce, moo-shu vegetable with extra pancakes, and veggie dumplings and afterwards, as I readied myself to leave, she showed me a picture of her 11 month old son, who was sleeping in the next room. "Doesn't he look like he has Down Syndrome in this pic?" she asked. "Uh, a little bit, yeah," was my honest reply. "Well, don't put that in your blog," she said.