Let's forget about Momma

The Mrs. is on her deathbed today. Being Monday, I had to take HannahC to her once-a-week school-for-homeschoolers in the morning. We pass by a place called "Surgical Center of Fort TomCollins" on the way there, and HannahC noted, "Isn't it funny how every time we go by this place, MaxieC asks, 'anyone need any surgery today?'"

I also had to pick up HannahC to bring her home - a task that is normally The Mrs.'s, but on account of her being on her deathbed I skipped outta work early to do it. On the way back, a little farther east, we pass a place called, "Plastic Surgery Center of Fort TomCollins."

HannahC: "That place is a plastic surgical center."

Me, CherkyB: "Yup."

HannahC: "If Momma were a different person, she'd be there all the time."

Me, CherkyB: "What do you mean?"

HannahC: "Well, I don't mean if she were a completely different person. I mean if she was the same person only different in the brain, then she'd go there all the time."

Me, CherkyB: "..."

HannahC: "Like, if she was the kind of person who really cared how she looked."

Me, CherkyB: "..."

HannahC: "Like if she needed to be perfect, I mean. If she was the kind of person who needed to look perfect, then she'd be there all the time."

Me, CherkyB: "Momma's not perfect?"

HannahC: "[sigh] Look, let's just forget about Momma, OK? Remember the episode where there was that comedienne whose boobs hung all the way down to her waist, and they fixed that? That was cool."

HannahC. Knows when to walk away. Knows when to run.