This is 500 posts. 500, you guys. There are days when I don’t have 500 words in me (today, lucky you), let alone an entire wild thing to let loose from my fingers. It feels momentous even though the only fanfare will be the notification when I hit publish. On the other hand, I caught a snatch of conversation while my daughter used the potty (oh. my. god.) at school. It’s a communal bathroom and she was perched on the seat while two other children washed their hands at the sinks. We were just out of sight but close enough to hear one little girl say to the other:
Some mommies marry mommies and some daddies marry daddies.
That’s enough fanfare for one day anyway, isn’t it?