Con­nie Brit­ton


People (USA) - - ONE LAST THING - Re­ported by Aili Nahas

Last mo­ment of bliss Yes­ter­day morn­ing, driv­ing my son [Yoby, 7] to school, he was singing this song in the back seat called “Ex­tra­or­di­nary Magic” by Ben Rec­tor. To hear him sing, “I see ex­tra­or­di­nary magic in you,” I just teared up. It was pure bliss.

Last in­dul­gence I just took a girls’ trip to New York City. We’re all work­ing moms, so it feels in­dul­gent to carve out two days. We had din­ner at Nobu and shut the place down.

Last time my son made me laugh He’s all about try­ing to scare me. When I walk in, he’ll jump out from be­hind a door and say, “Boo!” I’m gen­uinely scared, and he dies laugh­ing. And then I die laugh­ing.

Last ir­ra­tional fear Spi­ders. And I have a le­git­i­mate rea­son to be afraid: My dog once swal­lowed a brown recluse, and I raced her to the vet in the mid­dle of the night. Thank­fully she sur­vived. She’s had many lives.

Last DIY project The first day of Oc­to­ber Yoby wanted to put up Hal­loween dec­o­ra­tions. I’m not a DIY per­son, but it meant a lot to him, so I put a skele­ton up on our door us­ing blue pain­ter’s tape. It wasn’t pretty.

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