Flash Cards

Life moves too fast most of the time, and as I get older, it's speeding. How many thousands of times have I heard "old" people tell me that would happen? I know I probably just chuckled to myself and thought 'how pathetic, to fall into that old cliche!' But guess what, there are many hours when my conscious can't keep up with what (or who) is right in front of me. One prime example was pointed out to me before breakfast this morning. Middle kid came downstairs, evidently after having had a little interchange with my spouse's current level of consciousness.

"Mom, Dad and I are having a flash card session tonight. You have to join."

"What kind? Do I have to study math?"

"No, I'm planning to make a pile of photo flash cards with pictures of me and my sisters on them." Her hands illustrated the depth of said "pile"... It was about 14 inches thick.

"Your pictures?"

"Exactly. I will lift them one at a time and you tell me whose picture you see. You and Dad have NO excuse for calling us by the wrong names! You seriously need to practice."

Maybe so. But I drove her crazy until she left for middle school by calling her name over and over and over and over again as she went back and forth through the kitchen gathering her stuff. And I got it right every time!