Went to a delightful dinner party in a spectacular with house with dramatic views, and had a humorous exchange with a very mature 9 year old. Struggling with sibling conflict she told me about her younger sister's annoying habits, sneezing, farting and snoring. The remedy was to give them separate rooms. Although privacy earned, she claimed her space is tiny, "the size of four storage closets." Her evil wish was for her sister to miraculously age, and leave home for college in the very near future, giving her a much needed break. During dinner she intermittently spoke French to her father, French being her native tongue. She was also proficient in Spanish, Lebanese and Mandarin. I inquired about her favorite language and she broke out in a pitch perfect Southern drawl. She transformed into a character from a Tennessee Williams play, and declared, "butter my butt and called me biscuit." How do you top that?
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