Rhino Skin
A freshly showered Lia looked at my “rough- and- dirty-from-the-day” feet and declared that I had “rhino skin.” That was last night.
Today my parents stopped by so we could take care of a few things. One thing we confirmed was that the government is directly depositing stimulus checks into the accounts of senior citizens who have that arrangement set up for receiving their Social Security payments. Sure enough, two deposits were made into their account in May and they didn’t even know it. I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to spend fruitless hours on the phone with Social Security.
They treated us to lunch at Chin’s Teriyaki BBQ on Western between Venice and Washington, the best little place for delicious and cheapish Korean, Hawaiian, and Chinese food on this side of Koreatown. My mom wanted us to taste the salmon teriyaki she had ordered, but Lia wasn’t interested. To convince her to taste it my mom said, “If you eat it, you’ll have pretty skin.” Seven year olds apparently don’t appreciate the skin healthy properties of Omega-3.
“Then you should eat A LOT of it Mommy,” was Lia’s only response.
“That’s cold,” I said reaching for her 7-Up. I felt I was entitled to a cool sip after such a cut.
She must have felt a little guilty because instead of making a fuss about involuntary sharing like she usually does, she simply said, “Then you’re about to get a little colder.”
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