My sister started too

This week:

My son asked why I was not eating my dinner. I gave him a bad answer, thought about it all evening, and gave him a better one on Saturday.

Told her daughter. It went well and she wrote about the relief.

Told my daughter. She asked five sensible questions and then wanted to know what was for tea.

A relative said something at the table that I have been carrying around for a fortnight.

Night, love.