Me: (finishes reading a self-penned poem down the phone)
Mother: It’s really good!
Me: Do you like?
Mother: I really did actually – I wasn’t sure what to expect but – yeh – very good
Me: Any bit in particular that worked/didn’t work, etc?
Mother; Nope. Well, I mean, I didn’t understand some bits of it.
Me: Which bits?
Mother: Oh you know – just some bits that I wouldn’t understand.
Mother: Just because I don’t get all that literary stuff like you do.
Me: What literary stuff?
Mother: Well, no – I mean the science-y stuff – the science-y stuff that you get.
Me: Like, which bit?
Mother: The cells. The division of cells.
Me: But you just said it. That’s basically what I said. There’s nothing hidden in that: just ‘cells dividing’
Mother: Yeh, but….oh you know I don’t get all that stuff
Me: Yeh but – there’s nothing to get, it’s just – well, it is what it is.
Mother: But what does it mean?
Me: What you want it to mean – and literally it means ‘cells dividing’
Mother: But what does THAT mean…?
Me: That cells divide.
Mother: ……Do they ??