the evil that we do

my middle dtr and her husband came over last night and wound up staying for dinner. we had chicken fajitas and ice cream. he borrowed a bunch of jazz cd's to rip. i was surprised (and my sweetie greatly amused) that my dtr remembered characters i invented during her childhood like "lugubrio the storyteller" and "the crawling lion." also that when she was four, i once referred to eggs as "the menstrual discharge of a verminous fowl," which caused her not to eat eggs for many yrs. ng. "c'mon, whassamatta -- doncha wanna eat _eggs_?! they're _good_!!!"