The Little Angel Enters Training

Last night the Editor Across the Aisle came over for dinner and some wine.  I couldn't figure out why my beloved and the little angel were so late.  It was like 7:15 and they still hadn't come home for dinner.  Finally, the Editor Across the Aisle pointed out the open front door.  "I think I see a little person," she said.

The little angel popped through the door, grinning and waving.  I immediately grabbed her.

Me: "Where have you been? Were you on a special Mother's Day errand?"

Her: "That's classified."