The Shadow-gloom and Weight of the Sacred

One day last week, when I picked up the Queen Bee from school, she told me all these stories from her day. One boy hit another boy and had to sit in time out. Also, her teacher told the Queen Bee that she had to "pee in the hole." I tried for some time to get clarification on what was going on with that one. I didn't get much clarification but, as far as I can tell, the "hole" is not like the hole in prison. Last Saturday, spent at the outlaw's...er...inlaw's house, by the way, the Queen Bee and I spent a lot of time together watching movies and talking about different stuff. It hit me: I am having entire conversations with my daughter!

She's been talking for a while, of course. It just really hit me on Saturday that we can converse together. She can tell me about her day and I can tell her about mine. How cool is that? Pretty cool, if you ask me.