I overheard my daughter impersonating me to the others. I tiptoed over to the room and peeked in. She was being overly dramatic throwing her arms and shouting out commands. (I don’t do that. Surely!) Then as an ending to the little show she said, “Mom’s so weird.” That’s when she looked up and noticed me watching. Now I am no ghost, but she looked scared enough. I had to laugh. After all these years of living in my house she should, after all, know that by calling me “weird,” she just paid me a very high compliment. Seriously, who wants to be the alternative?