If only I could climb into my kids' minds and understand what makes certain things they want to tell me SO urgent that they simply can't wait.
MADELEINE: (from somewhere downstairs) Mommy! Can you come here?
ME: (in the midst of going through filed bills in the filing cabinet) Uh...hang on...uh...what is it?
MADELEINE: I wanna TELL you something!
ME: Can you come up here and tell me? I'm in the middle of something and I don't want to lose my place.
MADELEINE: I'm on the POTTY!
ME: Oh. Uh...okay...hang on...(finding the bill I was looking for and going to the downstairs bathroom) What is it?
MADELEINE: I'm gonna start writing a new book series and the first book is gonna be called "Born to Fly!"
ME: Ooh. Sounds good. Is it about fairies?
MADELEINE: No. And the second book is c-all...is c-a...is c-all-
I sat there drinking in the stench of her toilet business waiting for her to spit out the word "called."
MADELEINE: Is ca-...is c-all...the second book is called "Born to Fly, Priscilla."
ME: Oh, wow.
MADELEINE: Yeah! And EVERY book is gonna be ABOUT one of the characters, but, well, the FIRST book is gonna be about ALL of them.
ME: Wow! Sounds really good!
So. Definitely worth having me drop what I was doing and enter a smelly bathroom, right?
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