The other evening, D2 approached me alone in the kitchen and said, "Mom, there's something you should know: I'm from the future."
While I admit I'm not certain how these things work, I do recall giving birth to that child. Actually more so than any of the others, since the epidural was non functional. But maybe that is how kids from the future come to this world. How should I know? I know very little about time travel.
In fact, as I contemplated this shocking news I realized that I know very little about several things. Naturally, I want to ask D2 many questions, like how and when I'll die, if DH will ever make a couple million dollars, which stock purchase will net me a 235% return in one year, and how soon Marie Osmond will be voted off Dancing With the Stars.
But if she only gives me one question, I've already decided what it will be, "Who wins: Blu-ray or HD DVD?"
The rest of my life will come and go regardless, but I'm putting off too many DVD purchases to let this battle continue undecided.
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