Over breakfast, baby cereal and Diet C.oke this morning:
Daughter: "Mommy how many babies died in your tummy?"
Mommy: Pausing to swallow new lump in throat, "3."
Daughter: "You have SIX childs!!!!!, SIX childs!!!!!"
Mommy: silence
Daughter: "Bye, Mommy, I love you, see you after school."
Mommy: Out loud, "Have a great day, I love you too!" In my head, "I need some Capt. Morgan."
How did your morning go?
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((hugs))
Jeebus H. Not nearly that interesting. I may need a drink just having read this.
Yeah...I hear you. Although, ours are less conversation based and more head nodding as she streams-of-consiousness about it.
case in point: http://thebearandthecomedian.blogspot.com/2009/06/comedians-theory-on-eating-after-death.html
How was that drink??
Dude. Heavy shit. Pass the rum.
And my morning? There is a wasp in my house, which, if I get stung, means I have to shamefully call 911. Fucking sweet.
Sending hugs. Hard for you to say, I'm sure, but in her way, she was remembering, too, I'm sure. Loving, thinking... Making sure her mommy wasnt alone.
Big hugs.
Oy vey. I'm sorry.
I took the dog out to take a big poo. Got to clean that up. That was fun.
Have another for me.
Oh dear. Have one for me, too.
Ouch.
I think I'd want a drink too.
oh wow...
that makes me want a drink, too.
kids... innocent and therefore most cruel, as a fav author of mine once wrote. *hugs*
Oy. Rum definitely.
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Oh ... ouch. Hope the alcohol lubricated the day a little.
Gosh. Speechless here.
Funny how kids can do this math, but other adults can't seem to.
i just got a GREAT idea. we need to put together all our dead baby moments...funny, sad, dramatic, etc and write a DEADBABY MONOLOGUES. we can make baseball caps like they did for vagina monologues that said CUNT, you know, to take the word back. we can have DEAD BABIES written on ours, or something like that. that would be some shit, huh?!?
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