22 of 31 - SOLSC 2019
"Mom, do you know which hole the baby comes out?"
"Go finish getting ready for bed and we can talk about it."
I am not delaying the conversation. This is simply my standard answer to the myriad of delay tactics that arise on a daily basis. She doesn't seem to have figured out my canned response since she asks, "Have you figured it out yet?" when I enter her room a few minutes later.
Smiling I assure her I already knew. We discuss the three 'holes' and what comes out of each one, in the depth she is ready for. When I start to explain more about the uterus, she has no interest instead creating an alliteration.
"Pee. Poo." [Pause] "Pupil!" she adds, quite proud of her wordsmithing.
I introduce the term 'progeny', which she agrees is better - and then revisit which orifice is which, thankful for the opening for our conversation and praying they continue.
Your slice reminds me of the starting lines of a poem by Nicaraguan poet, Rubén Darío called "Canción del otoño en primavera"(Autumm´s song in the Spring). My dad used to say it every time he marveled about the things that young people said or did: "Juventud, divino tesoro, ¡ya te vas para no volver!" (Youth, divine treasure, you´re going and you´ll not return!) I don´t know if my translation is very good, but yes, we need to treasure these moments because they won´t return as teenagers, especially the one about the three holes. Hahaha. Thanks for this slice! And yes, your daughter will kill you later, so have a plan B to hide March 22, 2019 slice of life during her teen years.
ReplyDeleteI love that you gave her the word progeny! This brought back so many memories of my own kids' questions and the way that they arrange the answers we give them to fit into their minds.
ReplyDelete"Have you figured it out yet?" Haha!
ReplyDeleteYou're so smart, mom!
This is great, thanks for sharing! Makes me wish my kids were young again.
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