Bien.

I remember when, instead of calling a stomachache by it's real name, I would refer to it as a "stomach egg." Those times coincided with the days when I had no idea what an AP test was, when the only life I knew was one with Di, and the days when summertime meant worrying about only two things : angry bumblebees who weren't afraid of the water in the Little Mermaid kiddie pool I tried to hide in in the backyard, and not hurting the crippled grasshoppers as I gently scooped them up and put them in their new glass homes.