Mar 28, 2011 10:16
The scene: Last night, bedtime. I am trying to coerce PATOOT to come upstairs and brush her teeth. She instead is finding ten-thousand different things to talk about as a means of distraction.
PATOOT: Mommy. You have a baby in your belly.
ME: [recalling her friend's mom is pregnant and she may be confused] No, honey. I don't. That's Eli's mommy.
PATOOT: No. You have a baby in your belly too.
ME: Um. No I don't.
PATOOT: Yes you do.
ME: What makes you say that?
PATOOT: [pokes me in stomach] Because your belly's getting fatter!
ME: ...
ME: ...Thanks, honey. Go brush your teeth.
Fin.
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Epilogue: I informed the ESPOSO we'd be doing yoga after their bedtime tonight.
exercise,
patoot,
dialogue,
yoga