I'm Hoping It Means She's Going To Be A Writer | Ninja Poodles Local

Monday, January 15, 2007

I'm Hoping It Means She's Going To Be A Writer

Posted By on Mon, Jan 15, 2007 at 11:05 PM

An evening exchange between myself and my 4-year-old daughter:


"Oh, Honey--please shut the door, quickly!  I'm shaving my legs."

(dramatic, heavy sigh) "But I want you to get owwwwwt now."

"I will, Sweetheart.  I'm almost done."

"Mommy?  (cue comically overdone 'ominous' voice) "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I heard a monster.  IN YOUR BATH."

"REALLY?  I don't see anything unusual."

"He's hiding.  There--I heard it again!  He splashed."

"In this bathtub?  There's not really much room to hide here."

"Well...he is very tiny."

"He is, huh?  What will he do to me if I don't get out of the tub soon?"

"He will (ominous voice) drink all your BATH WATER."

(laughing)  "Well, that doesn't sound too bad--not for ME, anyway.  By the time he could drink all this water, I'll probably be done.  I think I'll risk it."

"But, Mommy...after he drinks all the bath water, he will EAT YOU ALL UP!"

"I thought you said he was really small!  If he's that tiny, how is he going to eat ME all up?"

(spoken as if to someone who is really quite daft) "He takes little bites, OK?"

"All right, all right, you've convinced me--I certainly do not want to be eaten all up by a tiny bathtub monster!"  (stepping out of the tub, looking back in)  "But you know what?  I still don't see him in there anywhere."

"Did I mention he's invisible?"


Belinda also blogs from her home-base on the Internet, NINJA POODLES!  Expect Chaos.  Email Belinda

From the ArkTimes store

Favorite

Comments

Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

More by Belinda

  • Trading Post

    Yeah, the economy sucks.  Money's tight.  You don't have to tell me twice, since I'm looking at overdue medical bills and have a mower being held hostage at the repair shop, and a destroyed stretch of fence that must be mended ASAP.  It stinks.  Before, I might've turned to Craigslist or Ebay in an attempt to sell outgrown kids' clothes, no-longer-used horse tack, Hubby's hunting gear (shhhh), or anything that isn't nailed down, for extra cash.  But what do you do when no one else has any money, either?  They can't buy your stuff if they don't have any more cash than you do.Well, as I am learning right now, one thing you can do is return to your historical roots, and try bartering.  It may sound archaic at first, but really, it's something that's intuitive and natural...so much so that you're almost certainly already doing it, to some extent, without even realizing it.  We all keep a mental "scorecard" of sorts (though we'd never be so crass as to call it, or even think of it, in those terms, probably) of favors we owe and kindnesses given us, and tend to repay them in kind.  When you pick up the check at lunch with a friend, you probably do so knowing that your buddy'll get it next time.  It's a kind of tacit give and take that we enjoy in a civilized society, and it's not much of a stretch to extrapolate that experience into something broader and more literal, with tangible rewards.This all came home to me recently thanks to an exchange that began, as so many these days do, on Craigslist.  (Let me just pause here a moment and say how grateful I am that Arkansans are finally coming around to realizing the enormous usefulness of Craigslist.  It's about time!)   I had placed an ad to sell a few of our surplus Narragansett turkeys, and while there I of course had to look around and see what was up for grabs near me.  It's easy to fall down the Craigslist rabbit-hole, even without visiting the fantastically entertaining "missed connections" listings.There was an ad for established strawberry plants, at a real honey of a price, and they could be picked up just a mile or so from my home!   I've wanted strawberries for the longest time, so I responded to that ad straightaway, and asked the very nice gentleman who'd placed the ad some basic questions about their care, and made arrangements to pick up my new plants.  When I went to meet the strawberry seller at a local gas-mart, I took along a dozen fresh eggs, which is something I tend to do when I'm feeling sociable--everyone likes fresh eggs, right?   At this point, because it is just about to become relevant, I should show you what a sampling of fresh eggs from our place looks like.
    • Mar 24, 2009
  • Hey, Arkansas--Long Time, No See!

    And I'm taking the fact that this blog still exists as an indication that I'm still allowed to post here.  Is that presumptuous?I'm sorry for the long, long absence, and I will try to make up for it in the months to come.  Things have been...well, harsh.  Difficult.  But that's neither here nor there, in the here and now.  I'm back, and I'll try to stay.
    • Feb 11, 2009
  • Awestruck!

    I'm only just now, as President-Elect Barack Obama prepares to make his victory speech, beginning to relax emotionally, and realizing how very beaten-down and pessimistic I have felt for the last eight years, particularly the last four.
    • Nov 4, 2008
  • More »

Most Shared

  • Take yourself there: Mavis Staples coming to LR for Central High performance

    Gospel and R&B singer and civil rights activist Mavis Staples, who has been inspiring fans with gospel-inflected freedom songs like "I'll Take You There" and "March Up Freedom's Highway" and the poignant "Oh What a Feeling" will come to Little Rock for the commemoration of the 60th anniversary of the desegregation of Central High.
  • Klan's president

    Everything that Donald Trump does — make that everything that he says — is calculated to thrill his lustiest disciples. But he is discovering that what was brilliant for a politician is a miscalculation for a president, because it deepens the chasm between him and most Americans.
  • On Charlottesville

    Watching the Charlottesville spectacle from halfway across the country, I confess that my first instinct was to raillery. Vanilla ISIS, somebody called this mob of would-be Nazis. A parade of love-deprived nerds marching bravely out of their parents' basements carrying tiki torches from Home Depot.

Blogroll

 

© 2017 Arkansas Times | 201 East Markham, Suite 200, Little Rock, AR 72201
Powered by Foundation