So I was talking to Stephanie last night on the phone.

(This character on the right is Stephanie on the day we took her to college. Notice the stylish luggage she has in the back seat, manufactured by the Glad Bag Corporation.)

After she told me how college is going (hard but okay overall), when she’ll come home for Thanksgiving (not until Wednesday night at the earliest, due to classes on Wednesday), she said, in a wistful, away-from-home-with-too-much-work-to-do-on-a-Sunday-night voice, “So how are things there? Is there anything new?”

Is there anything new! Well.

We have, I told her, a new, all-cotton, incredibly soft duvet for the quilt on our bed! Yep, life is moving at an incredible pace around here. We can barely keep up with the new developments.

The old cover–known as the Slippery Duvet because of the satiny material it’s made of–slipped down to the foot of the bed one too many times, I told her. I have, in fact, dislocated my shoulder chasing down that cover in the middle of the night. I can no longer even take the pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator because my shoulder hurts so much from pulling up the duvet with the down comforter inside of it. And forget hoisting my purse anymore, or even putting my hands on top of my head. The slippery duvet has hurt me for the last time.

Well, she started laughing so hard I thought she might get an injury herself.

“I can’t wait,” she said, when she could breathe again, “to have a conversation with Allie about this!”

Allie is my other daughter. She’s twenty-seven and also lives in New York.

“This is just the kind of conversation we love to have about you,” she said. “It’s just so…you!”

“Well, what will you possibly say about it?” I asked.

She fell into laughing all over again. “I don’t know. Just, you know, how you are! The Slippery Duvet and your theory of your shoulder…” She was gone again, in peals of laughter. “It’s going to be the funniest conversation ever. I can’t wait! I think I’m going to schedule it for a time when I’m the most busy, so I can really get the most benefit out of it.”

Can you believe this? I suppose I shouldn’t be so surprised to realize that I get discussed by the two of them on a regular basis, but…well, I am. A little. And to think that there are whole categories of stories that are so…well, me.

The Mom Stories.

Maybe this is a sub-category called the Mom Shoulder Stories. Or the Mom Duvet Stories.

I don’t know why I’m surprised. I certainly had Mom Stories with my sister, little tidbits I’d save up to discuss, things I couldn’t wait to impart and analyze.

But me chasing down a slippery duvet in the middle of the night…how is that so me?