Misunderstanding
Yesterday the X called to get Alex’s social security number, and of course I have no idea what it is. Your kid’s social security card is one of those things that you always put “somewhere where you won’t lose it,” only to forget where in the heck you put it. After digging around through all the places I usually stuff paper (and there’s more than I care to admit), I started checking the more obscure locations, including under my bed.
It’s amazing what you find under your bed. Things you forget you had, things you want to lose on purpose, things the cat leaves you when they’re pissed off at you for not cleaning their litterbox in a timely manner…
In a small shoebox, I came across Alex’s ultrasound pictures… I smiled as I remembered the first time I held the tiny picture, her little features so foriegn back then, but so familiar now. Even in utero, her tiny nose and bowed lips resembled the child who stood in front of me now.
“Mommy, what’s that?”
“That’s you before you were born. This is a picture of you in Mommy’s tummy.”
“Mommy, why was I in your tummy??”
“Because that’s where babies start to grow; in their mommy’s tummy.”
“Mommy!!! Why did you eat me???”
May 8th, 2009 at 9:05 pm
Well…..what did you tell her?
May 8th, 2009 at 9:21 pm
Look on the bright side. At least she didn’t ask how she got there to start with.