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!

11 comments:

DCup 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...

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."

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.

Regards,

Tengrain

Suzy said...

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