The Roo-girl has a thing about looking and being like me.
I suspect it goes back to understanding just a tiny piece of the depth of the horrors that her father inflicted on me and her brothers.
But regardless of the reason, she is always looking at pieces of me, pieces of her -- and finding them alike.
We have the same little crinkle in our ears.
We are both short.
We have the same hair.
Um. Ok, so we DON'T have the same hair. Anyway, she wants to be like me.
And so it was that we were listening to the radio and a newscaster was explaining about how the Governator is thinking about selling some of California's landmarks to make a little cash for our bankruptish state.
"WHAT????" shrieked the Roo-girl, with all the righteous indignation of I'm-two-months-from-turning-15. "He can't do that!!!!!"
Well, possibly he can, I explained.
"What does he want to sell?"
One thing that he is talking about selling is the Coliseum.
She looked at me and raised one eyebrow.
"Isn't that in ROME???"
Bwahahahahahaha. Yeah, I really do love that kid. But it got better.
"No," I explained patiently. "The Coliseum he wants to sell is a football stadium here. It's the stadium where USC plays."
"USC plays there?" she snorted. "Pffffffffft, he can TOTALLY sell THAT then."
Yes, my darling daughter, you are TOTALLY like me.