IDK

Sometimes it is just good to be a little silly.

Today I asked daughter Anne a question. By text message. She got back to me, also, by text message. What she said was this:

"IDK"

Well, I knew what that meant. But as a kind of inside joke based on something that happened earlier in the week, I texted back:

"What does IDK mean?"

And of course Anne replied:

"I don't know."

So I texted:

"What don't you know?"

"Do you mean that you don't know what IDK means?"

"Or do you know, after all?"

To which Anne said:

"You're crazy."

And I answered:

"IK"

(I have to sign off now; I can't stop laughing!)

P.S. I told Martha N about this conversation, and she cordially added this insight:

"That's what happens when I get older...

I decay."