Ana went to a birthday party today.

Now, Jenn didn't want to bring Evangeline, so I ended up being the one to drop Ana off. (And I do mean "drop off". The woman was hedging trying to get me to stay to help "supervise" to which I said a. she's seven! b. she's seven! I'm sure she'll be fine! and finally c. actually, I just kinda hate people, but here's my sister's number!) Luckily, it happened that somebody there lives a block away from us, so I imposed upon her to drive Ana home afterward because the bus is a bitch on a Sunday. (This woman also doesn't seem to have stayed. She didn't say anything to the hostess, though, which maybe is the trick? Or maybe she came back after I left?)

Now, we had to walk a long way to get to the bus to this kid's house. (This is because I went the long way to get to that bus, because I wanted to get Sri Lankan food to fortify me. We walked along Jersey Street. We didn't get murdered. I'm sure some people who think folks get killed there every day will be disappointed to hear this, but actually, there have only been three murders there in the past decade, all of which were family affairs. You don't, as my sister once noted, open up the paper to read "Another ten shot dead on Jersey Street!", but it can be hard to convince some people. If you have no idea, this is because you don't live on Staten Island.)

And as we were walking, Ana and I talked about vampires. Ana was DRESSED as a vampire. It was a costume party.

I said something about what she'd do if she met a real vampire, and she asserted that vampires are not real.

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*sighs*

Sooner or later she's going to have to learn a little bit more logic instead of non-logic. Maybe it's something you grow into?