I found myself back at Urgent Care last night. (Thanks, Mom and Viv.) With an infection. (Yuck.) So I’m trying to stay off my foot today. And trying to stay ahead of the pain with the pain meds. (Related: If anyone needs a painting of melted clocks, it’s a good time to ask me.)

So today’s post is going to be short and sweet. It involves a recent conversation I had with my daughter, Vivien. Here’s how it went.

ME: Hey, Viv. The school fair’s coming up and we’re gonna sponsor your booth again. But we need to know what you want it say on the sign.

VIV: Um … what did last year’s say?

ME: Let’s see. (checking phone pics) In 2012, it just said “Dean & Vivien Poche” because you were both still at the school. Then, in 2011, 2010 and 2009, it said “Happy Birthday, Dean. Love, Vivien” because it was his birthday.

VIV: I guess it can’t say Dean’s name anymore, right?

ME: No. Dean’s at a new school so it’s just you, baby. What do you want the sign to say?

VIV: Hmmm … let me think.

Five minutes later. She came back with this sign.

ME: (confused and laughing but not totally surprised) What? Why?

VIV: Because if there’s a Jessica and a Bob at the fair … and they’re dating … I can help them move their lives along.

I don’t know where she gets it from.