Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Conversations With The Five Year Old

Ima: (looking at pictures from the hospital when she was born) Momma, why do they put babies in boxes?

Me: They put babies in boxes?

Ima: Yes, look! (shows me picture of her in one of those acrylic crib things)

Me: Oh, that's so you'll be ready for your cubicle later.

Ima: What?

Ima: Momma, why do they put that thing on your wrist

Me: So they can match you up with your parents. Who knows, they could have made and mistake and you might have been sent home with someone nice!


Anonymous said...

My kind of mother!

Freida Bee said...

What a beautiful picture.

FranIAm said...

That is so great - photo and words.

And now she can always wonder about the "nice people!"

(um, i do think that is you...)

GETkristiLOVE said...

Reminds me of that line from Back to the Future about his uncle-to-be getting used to being behind bars.

CDP said...

mwah ha ha!
Motherhood entails a certain amount of psychological warfare, doesn't it? Beautiful picture.

dguzman said...

Ouch on the box-to-cubicle idea.

I hate my cubicle.

Dr. Zaius said...

What a great picture of the top of your nose! The top of Ima's nose is kind of cute too, in a gooey lump of bread dough sort of way.

Dean Wormer said...


If I was having the same conversation with my kids I would've used a slight variation "who knows, they might have sent you home with someone sane."

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Children, they make great straight men.

Kevin said...

I prefer the term "Veal-fattening pen" over cubicle. It's a style thing.



Suzy said...

So sweet. Five year olds are the best (says this kindergarten teacher.)