All I need is an umbrella drink

I was away recently and upon my return found that my daughter and her friends had rearranged the living room (which we had talked about before my departure) and, with it, my books (which we had not).

Her: Ta-DA!

Me: Books.

Her: Books?

Me: Books are wrong*. What happened to my books?

Her: …

Me: …

Her: It’s a sunset!

Me: Oh. … Oh!

A couple years ago, I reorganized my books by color. I didn’t expect that it would hold more than aesthetic appeal until I’d done it but it worked for me. It helped me to see them all instead of looking at the same few shelves all the time.

I’ll give the sunset a chance.

*Let's just never mind that some of them were upside down. I spent twenty minutes turning them back upright.

Can you say 'digital native' boys and girls? I knew you could.

Me: *holds piece of paper over the recycling bag with a pointed, quizzical look on my face*

Her: Sure. Del— I mean. Recycle it.

Me, laughing: Did you almost say, “Delete it?”

Her, laughing harder and blushing furiously: NO.

Her: Okay, maybe.