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!
11 comments:
My kind of mother!
What a beautiful picture.
That is so great - photo and words.
And now she can always wonder about the "nice people!"
(um, i do think that is you...)
Reminds me of that line from Back to the Future about his uncle-to-be getting used to being behind bars.
mwah ha ha!
Motherhood entails a certain amount of psychological warfare, doesn't it? Beautiful picture.
Ouch on the box-to-cubicle idea.
I hate my cubicle.
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.
Ha!
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."
Children, they make great straight men.
I prefer the term "Veal-fattening pen" over cubicle. It's a style thing.
Regards,
Tengrain
So sweet. Five year olds are the best (says this kindergarten teacher.)
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