My Life as a Kitchen Witch
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His face was red, his mouth a sneer. I don't remember specifically what the fight was about, but I do remember one thing he said. Angry, grounded, and lashing out, my son reached deep into his bag of insults and produced: “You're a witch, Mom!”
A look of triumph twinkled in his eye. What a sick burn.
I was supposed to be hurt, I'm sure.
Instead, I laughed. “You're going to have to try harder than that.”
As he seethed, I tried not to smile. “A witch is a wise woman. She's crafty and learned. She's seen a lot of things, and not much scares her. Yes, son. Your mom is definitely a witch.”
I never thought I'd say that. Ever.
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