“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary! She’s a slug this morning…what are we going to do with this mess?” asked Thalia.
“I think it’s brilliant……she’s given us some rich material to work with,” Urania replied.
“And left us some pie, too!” Calliope mumbled. Bits of crust, whipped cream, and pumpkin filling ringed her lips.
“Two—and a half! glasses of wine, seconds of the main dishes, two slices of pie…”
Urania interrupted, “They were really small, she tried to show restraint?”
Undeterred, Thalia went on, “with whipped cream and coffee!”
“Made for some interesting dreams,” said Calliope, raising her eyebrows.
Thalia was on a roll. “Here’s what we’re going to do…after we tell her she’s nothing but a…”
“STOP!” demanded Calliope. She swallowed some morning brew to wash down her pie breakfast. “Remember that article she read last week? Making her feel bad is not the best course of action.”
“That’s right,” said Urania. “Let’s go back and have another read, shall we?”
You want people to do the right thing? Save them the guilt trip…
“Then let’s get her off to yoga class,” said Urania.
“Okay,” Thalia said with a sigh. “Even though letting out my inner grump felt satisfying…that’s really not the best course, I suppose. Thanks guys…good thing there are three of us.”
Great humor.